Do it wrong

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I’m so glad I know who Seth Godin is. I want to be a Linchpin. I am a linchpin. A few days ago I was having this conversation, a conversation that I come back to a lot. A father can’t play legos with his son because the father has to build the right way? I did the very same thing creating with the notion of doing it the right way? What’s worse I taught others to do the same. 

I’ve seen teachers insist that students paint a tree with green and brown. That is the “right way to paint a tree” isn’t it? What does the right way mean anyway? I feel terrible about this. Truth be told I didn’t know why I did this. It’s not like I am this controlling person. I’m not. You see at a a young age we are taught to “do it right”. We are taught to color within the lines. That Jesus is white not black. That pink is for boys and blue is for girls.

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The other day I walked in a classroom and I saw all of these cool projects hanging on the wall. They were awesome and the teacher is amazing BUT THEY WERE ALL THE SAME. Oh but the kids who made calaveras, well these were awesome. I couldn’t believe my eyes and my heart when I saw what they made with the mere scraps I gave them. I say scraps because they were scraps from other projects. Sure I gave them my sample and showed them pictures but wow WOW magic happened before my eyes.

The students had and felt complete control. Each was wrong. I was curious and interested as to how and why they chose color and design. I say room 8 taught me a VERY IMPORTANT ART LESSON THAT DAY, a lesson that I think on as I read Linchpin, a lesson that I will probably never forget.

 

I will repaint this today. Should have kept with the first one I made.

 

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Sadly I repainted it several times because I had to do it right. not sure I’ll be able to capture the same magic. The others might look right but there boring. I’ll never make that mistake…

-there are no  impossibilities

 

Fingerprint Tree

I love this tree. Is there someway I can include this in my book? Yeah probably not. Literally, I placed myself in my art. Well, just my fingerprints but it was so much fun!

 

The paint was old and by old I mean the water separated from paint…if that’s possible. Ugh what a mess! But I was determined to paint something awesome.

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My curiosity was invited to play so what else could I do but, PLAY.

I mixed my color with very little water, dipped my finger in color and panted. I painted until my tree looked right…paint with my eyes not my hands is a genius idea. Thanks Michelangelo.

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Oh I had no clue what to do. Yet this beautiful tree happened.

My trunk is lookin’ good. Which brings me to fall. Fall is the time to shed all negativity, doubt,fear,worry and get ready for the beauty to come. The beautiy is all the awesome ideas to come.

 

This fall tree is in my wise trees book.

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I’m ready to launch my first book, making sure all the details are taken care of.

I’ve started working on an elf book, she’s Ellie now. Her friends Gus, Ralphie and Nikki help her realize that togetherness and love build the biggest and bestest tree in the world…as Ellie would say.

-There are no impossibilities

On writing a book

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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.

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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. 

 

Whimsical Tree

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I am not happy with this tree. I knew better. How could I not mix up the perfect brown?

 

SO I repainted over it. I had to make it work and I may have…

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I’m not liking the dark areas, especially the left corner.  I do love the idea.  If there’s time I will repaint this exact tree.

Notes:

  • use green and orange to make the perfect brown
  • Why did I mix the wrong color? Maybe It’s time to clean my palette?
  • more contrast
  • add more blue
  • test out other brushes
  • an angle brush works good
  • do I want to have leaves go in all directions?
  • It’s great to paint with a brush any other way except for the “right way””
  • Wait I should try this exercise?

 

I realize that all of my trees are whimsical. I question why I painted all the trees without dirt or grass–except for a few.

 

 

I thought about changing this but why should I. Maybe it brings home the idea that each tree is valuable. That individual value has to come first before the worldly value comes. YEESSS. I knew curiosity had a reason. We are almost done.

There are no impossibilities

 

 

 

Aha moment

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Just now I had a aha momet. I’ve never seen a hand written dictionary before. The writer must be obsessed with words. WAIT!  I used to do the same with my dictionary.  Not excatly, but I too love words. I’d read lots of books. And every time I came across a  beautiful word I’d highlight it in my dictionary. What happend to my dictionary? I gave it away. Why?

I have always loved words. I wanted to preserve beautiful words like unmistakable or frolic.  Hand lettering. Quotes. Books. Music. Wise Trees.  I could go on but it all makes sense. I will write all of my book ideas, ALL OF THEM…

There are no impossibilities

Crazy day

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for a crazy week. Sometimes I feel like I’m running around with to dos AND THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED TODAY. Then I sat down to repaint Ana and George’s hot air balloon.

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I sketched this new design. Just a pencil. No eraser. It turned out beautiful. And the quote is exactly on point. That’s probably what gave me the idea to draw this today. An Alice in Wonderland color scheme? Yeah this is going to be great!

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SO I set up my supplies and began painting. I mixed up the paint. Things were feeling  good. The more I painted the more I made mistakes. I tried to make it work. IT DIDN’T. I just kept imagining this balloon on the cover of my picture book–the adventures of Ana and George. I just wanted to crumble up the paper and call it a day. Any little thing was about to set me off. And then I said,” Look you drew the awesome sketch so just paint. Just paint.  And I did, but my painting session had come and gone for the day.

And still I wonder, was that session a total waste? Of course not! I still have to edit wise trees and add the remaining trees. Now I have all these books to write.

-There are no impossibilities

 

 

practice

 

 

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.

 

-There are no impossibilities

 

 

A letter to idea

Last night I felt the need to write a letter to idea. I have never in all my life felt the way I  do now about the notion of an idea. I have, its just that the book BIG MAGIC is amazing. I sat down when all was quiet and calm and I  wrote idea a letter:

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-Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible

Daily Prompt: Core

 

…love, art and every drop of paint I use to draw a phrase or these days trees. At my core is a sensitive soul who loves people. That makes me vulnerable and sometimes I say the wrong things. At my core is a song, dance, tear, laugh, love, hope, and a whisper…a voice that tells me I am free if only I believe it to be true.  Imagination, curiosity and weirdness are also at my core.

All I can do as an artist is to do just that with every word and picture I paint. Knowing what’s at the core of you and of your art is what it’s all about.

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