I painted this last night and it felt so good. Everyting is always better when I paint. I’ve been sick and haven’t painted much.
I started with the color yellow and gradually added small amounts of red. Then I sprinkled some salt.
Sometimes it’s hard to shut off that negative voice in my head.
I started with yellow because it’s a color that’s bright and should only be used sparingly. It’s the color of friendship. And friendship, an act of kindness even in the smallest amount makes all the difference. The salt represents the unpredicatability and therefore uncomfortableness of the life.
Painting always helps.
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.
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.
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
You gotta make that story!–the email that I literally just read. Well, not exactly but the subject line singled me out. I’ve been thinking about this dream of making money doing what I love. I love art. I love art so much, I realize teaching 1st grade at an art program school isn’t the option for me. I love kids. I love learning but that’s not my story.
SO I sat thinking about the first days of my guest teaching. What’s changed since then? I check in, give my all and CHECK OUT. I check out, go home and paint.
What exactly have I done since them? Have I been running in the same place? I have but wait…I’ve painted hundreds of times. I’ve learned to trust my ideas…
The eraser tool has become such a friend! I draw and draw.
If I make a mistake who cares. I ‘ll make it work.What a relief.
I’ve learned that one idea leads to who knows where.
I’ve got this new talk of the town collection I’m working on. I keep jotting down ideas for books and yeah… the BEST PART OF ME IS I’M A CREATIVE WRITER. I’M A PAINTER. I love love love writing books. I had no idea how to publish a book and Wise Trees is done!
I will do the paper work to make it official and once in for all publish it. I’ve been doing a lot of writing since then and THE TIME IS NOW. NO someday I’ll wish upon a star, as Judy Garland sang. The time is now. No holding back. Back then, I lingered in someday and today I’m shouting THE TIME IS NOW. I have grown so much and I’m excited for the future because…
-There are no impossibilities.
I am procrastinating the final stages of my wise trees book. It’s true I have. I admit it to you world. The bigger question is WHY? I’m afraid of what” they’ll” think. Wise Trees came to me as I was strolling through the park, just me and Roxy. Since then I have painted many MANY trees. I have written and REWRITTEN many times.
Yeah… this tree and the color works
I Believe this book is awesome. I know it is BUT I am curious what the world will think? I keep painting and repainting trees.
I pencil in a time to register my book with the Library of Congress but have yet to do so. It’s time I know it is. There are many other books calling my name. I want and need to answer before the excitment ceases. I can eaither hold on to this book for a long time or go with what I feel and revel in that I already know that kids love my trees.
To do list
- hand write a few pages
- put together the book
- digitally clean up some of the trees
- Show my work-publish it
-There are no impossibilities.
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.