I had a busy week. Got up at 5:30-6:00 am every single day with a plan. I painted, edited, scanned and set up the layout for Ellie. I never realized how much work goes into scanning all the artwork and preparing the files.
I went back and forth publishing and updating Wise Trees. I shared the book with art friends and it felt good to have them excited with me.
And then the stupid book cover didn’t upload. It just wouldn’t load. Something went wrong with the file. There it is, I had it all done, worked out, finished and the cover wouldn’t upload.
Oh but I finally got it right. I finished Wise Trees! I have been working on these books for months, two summers and …..I am reminded of some words from The Nose Knows podcast.
You get to a point where things get crazy, and you just got to get things done. You have a deadline to meet. Your adrenaline is full speed. You have to trust your instincts because there’s no time for fear or doubt.
Two days later I’m done DONE with Ellie. And done with Ana and George. That’s it DONE.
I’m using my old sketches for the artwork. These sketches are pretty good.
Scan these sketches in as images? Redraw some of the messy ones. A full color page and title page? Maybe I should outline each art piece with full color . I do like the sketches in The Giving Tree. But I want to add a little color. I have to meet this deadline. I’ll have to think about that, but yeah, I think this will work.
Linchpin is a great book. I’ve always wanted something more than a job. I want to change people by thoughts or emotional appeal. Can my art do this? Or am I simply a painter?
Most artists can’t draw. I’m glad for that one because I admit its true. Yes. I get frustrated trying to draw. Today I sat thinking, what should I draw? I haven’t drawn lately. That is one of my goals BUT why haven’t I drawn? I sat looking around the room, searching books but there was nothing I wanted to draw.
WAIT! I have been drawing like crazy for my newest book Ellie. Yeah Ellie sounds like a great name for a book. Forget about the title How to Grow A Tree. Ellie it is.
I painted for Wise Trees. I started this whole writing adventure with Ana & Gorge. I moved on to other books so I could learn how to draw. I took a drawing class. Did lots of drawing. Wise Trees and Ellie were passion projects designed to help me improve. Yeah, I have been drawing the whole time.
What do these projects mean to me? Why? I have stories begging to be told. I have to create. I can’t breath without art.
These stories and all of my projects are ways for the reader to play in that wonderful place of imagination, curiosity, and love. If I can create from this place then I’d say that’s awesome art.
Now I’ll go adjust the font color and add my name to Wise Tress before. I’ll edit one last final time before I set up the file and press send. breath…
Ughh…this week was hard. I spent most of my time cleaning up the files for my wise trees book. I am tired of looking at my laptop screen. It feels like I am neglecting my art.
I am so glad last week happened. I set out to work on my work in progress folder and all these ideas begged to be painted. The best part is I am listening.
This is an old sketch. I finally painted …
I’ve been adding new art to my shop. The fact is I don’t care who likes it or not. All I feel is this sense to continue sharing my work.
Maybe its baby steps toward my biggest project yet. I’m scared. Deep breaths. I’m excited! I long for summer days when I work on art all day or night. No matter where life takes me, I must always create.
I painted and painted this balloon. I kept messing up. Each time I vowed to make it work. I painted over and over again and then this happened. Not bad thanks to a little help from an eraser tool. This balloon sums up my art and every moment that led to my wise trees book. I can’t believe my book is almost here.
I am now working on a new book. Her name is Elfie and she wants to build the biggest bestest tree in the world. She’s cute and my deadline is this holiday season. I can do it because …
Today I saw this kid draw. He drew Disney characters. I should have taken a picture. He says he’s been drawing for a long time. BUT he’s only in 2nd grade. I thought about me and how I stopped drawing for years. I guess I grew up. I am reminded of all the TOYS R Us stores. The song “I don’t want to grow up because if I did then I wouldn’t be a Toys R Us kid lingers in my heart. I guess the world grew up. I hope Joseph never stops drawing–I hope he never grows up. I’ll never give up my art. There’s many books to write.
Seriously writing a book is hard. I love the painting. The stories practically write themeselves. BUT it’s the editing mind games that twist you up. Do I keep this? Who are these characters? What’s the message? Will I make the kids smile? Bartholomew makes me smile?
At some point I began writing because this story was filled with lessons I need to read, lessons I need to live.
Ana and Geogre Book Ending
What a lesson to learn from. Some dogs want to fly. Some foxes want to sing. Some bears want to paint. Some rabbits rather grow strawberries. Why not. For when you explore and listen to the voice that tells you the truth, you discover there’s a world of wow-a world of no impossibilities.
I have two books written. What I love most about these book projects is that I am learning to let lose and just create. I am learning to listen to curiosity.
I’ve grown since I painted the first wise tree. For every wash and texture that went wrong, I learned–learned how to find my place, to practice and FLOW. Yeah I’ll write books for while. I rewrote the Ana and George. Ana isn’t a bee anymore. Not sure what animal she’ll be.
I came across the loveliest work twice. A giraffe who stands tall, his neck becoming part of the pattern of birds flying in the sky. The awesome quote treads,” I’m like a bird.” What a wonderful idea!
And the other is an I Heart Guts collection. It’s cute, funny, and unmistakable.
Both of these are unmistakable and creative. Both are created by artists who simply did.
Today was a funny silly day…the kind of day you go through emotions and ponder life. I did and know that elements must change as nature always does. Out with the old and in with the NEW ever changing lovely ways of sweet lovable nature. Only sometimes love hurts, but that’s just the way it must be…honestly brutal. Or is it the other way around?
I sat and wondered about life–my life and my circumstances. Inside I thought why oh why does it take so long for a dream to surface. Others make it seem so easy walking along with the wind in their hair without so much as a care. Others struggle to hold on and the wind knocks them down again and again but the love that love never gives up. I witnessed this while watching Jane Eyre. I feel this as all the artists describe and share their latest collaborations. This very word Tantrum makes sense…when you have one, well nothing could spell out the truth so clearly as a tantrum.
I came upon the sketches I drew 5 minute style:
My favorite is the top right one. Roots sticking out, sideways and all, branches broken, and yet still there is that little plant… a life. That’s where the tantrum happens. We cry and revolt against the status quote because we can not bear to be without what we truly want. No matter what we mustn’t let go. We must always feel–feel and revolt with our IMAGINATION, CURIOSITY AND ACTIONS. We can’t let go what simply is and therefore never die…
All of my life I think and dream. I have always thought of how I can bring that element of art in what ever it is I happen to be doing. What matters the most to me is how I make them feel. Art is after all…well I painted this…
I think of all the times I’ve swallowed doubt right there inside the warm cup of green tea. I think about all the times I secretly swallowed the words…the lies that someone said and secretly knew the truth. I listened from a place a love…the only place and truth I know. I sit here and write this with every ounce of my being and know that my story…so vibrant and colorful is amazing because it’s my art–my story. I savor and then swallow the imaginary piece of delicious chocolate cupcake that will be mine. You see I planned to buy the cupcake Saturday afternoon but they sold out.
YES. I think the important question is not that I will swallow but rather what will I swallow. Yes the tea is great and it warms me so. BUT how can my favorite cup of tea really warm me like a hug from a tree and all it’s spring or summer breeze, if I swallow with doubt? When I swallow and take a deep breath I do so with belief in myself because the word itself says so. Audrey Hepburn said so too. Do I swallow the words it’s not the right season for fig trees or do I swallow the belief right down to my soul that it’s the right day? The answer lies within what your mind bravely conceives. Henry Ford said so. I say so.
Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.