Gong over my designs was interesting. There were designs I painted because they followed a certain trend. Or a texture, color or technique I admired from a fellow artist. Not one gave me the feeling I felt today…
One for the redo pile.
I pressed the unpublish button and thought, ok I love this idea, but how can I change it. Add blue and the above design happened.
Everything came together as I was going over the book dummy. I was trying to think of an expressive way to say Love is like this you know. I believe I found it. This idea flows right into the next page. With each spoonful of sugar the sour fades and all you savor is a wonderful flavor.
I’m so grateful to be teaching children the beauty of art. Art makes me feel like the world is mine and there are no impossibilities.
I’ve been decorating a classroom. It’s been taking over my days. But I can’t rememebr a time when I smiled so much! I had to remind myself of home and the non-art to-do list I have.
I should film the awesomeness we made. The children loved their art.It was a gift to see their faces light up with all the confidence in the world.. What a beautiful moment. Can’t I do this FOREVER. PLEASE.
I say yes. I am working on my next book and almost half-way done with the illustrations. YAY!
The interesting part of all this is that:
I’ve been working on my art.
Collage butterflies just have my heart.
But I messed up the hand lettering
Did I pin the watercolored leaves in conontrasting color, I’m doubting myself and it stings.
BUT I overheard them say,” Wow I love your color, you know what your doing.”
I’m and artist, they say. I know and it feels amazing!
I’m ready to finish my book.
I see them give my art a second look.
Yeah, it was meant to be.
It’s time to put your name on the cover.
That way we all can reunite with curiosity, there’s a whole world to discover!
I should take some pictures, perhaps a video.
Maybe turn this experience into a craft book, that would be neat-o!
Oh if these colors and textures of past projects could talk. They would say…
Fear not. I’m part of your process.
I was the color who brighten your gloomy days.
I was the texture that invited curiosity to play.
I was the color that took your tears and said, There now sweet child you’ll be ok.
I was the color blue that made you believe.
Yes my green helped you paint trees.
Why it’s us pink and green that inspired trees.
And it’s us the passion of your life.
We’ve been through it all.
Oh with you by my side life is a ball!
Yeah….there are no impossibilities