The first layer was done with melted crayons. Or was it the other way around? Not sure but the point is I combined two awesome techniques because one alone just wasn’t enough. Why did I think of this? Who knows but it does the mind good to revel in curiosity.
What other media could I use?
I went from wait a minute, did I include this in the book to , what a perfect tree for the sentiments on the last page.
…I’m so glad we have a world full of beautiful trees.
Idea 1 : Paint some cool clouds with this cotton pom-pom. Not bad.
Idea 2: Use a little India ink to paint a heart. That was fun.
Maybe I should rethink the color here?
Who you are is a wonder to behold. Which one has that vibe. I’m going to say the 1st is easier on the eye and sporadically feels right…
Idea 3: Paint a heart character ( idea 2and 3 are for the book)
Idea 4 : This idea came from a book. The passage is something like this,” Most fish talk. You just have to be willing to listen. One, of course must want to hear.
“What an awesome way to say believe in the impossible. The impossible can happen but one must be willing to think it so.
Idea : 5 It’s been raining a whole lot and yesterday the sun came out. To bask in the glory of nature one must experience pouring rain. Oh it’s so true because the skies are ever so blue, crisp and clean. The first glimpse of sun always warms me on a cold day after a storm. It did today. Then …we’ll there goes the awesome clouds I made this morning.
Oh well ,you win some and you lose some. It’s the game of trying new things. I have two projects down for the book. I still have to think about the lettering layout. I can’t obsess because I got this. I will paint the words, practice watercolor. I want this book out there. People are going to love it. They already love the poem…no hay imposibles.
Color scheme is almost figured out. I’ve got two weeks to make the deadline. Will I make it? Should I make it?
I don’t know, I’m taking my time.
Letting all those ideas and words work out fine.
This live your story poem is good.
Breeze, you tell me I got the skills, the talent…yeah its understood.
I am a writer
With you lizard brain I am a fighter.
Ha this whole Muhammad Ali rhyming thing is so cool! People are lovin’ my live your love story poem. Some are already waiting for the book to come out. Good things are happening….there’s no impossibilities.
But I needed to practice. I needed to go through all of these ideas to build on the ideas I have today. Last night I sat writing with an ache in my heart and a lump in my throught. With each stroke, the voice in my head suggested stick to the regular a’s, write neat, and remember who you are.
Oh the power of art.
I am ready to begin more sketches for the book. This weekend I’ll begin painting, aqua, pink, navy blue and…wait a minute maybe this color scheme will work…
Build a tribe of 14,000. What was I thinking? Now I realize the most important part of building a tribe is to create. Not just create but really have something to say. To speak with the heart and soul.
This year I vow to create EVERY SINGLE day. I’ll paint and write every step of the way.
I just hit the submit button, on my third book. As I read the final words, my mind wandered.
I’ve spent a lot of time on this book. I rewrote it many times Ana was originally supposed to be a bee.
George well he was inspired by Elvis. He still is
That all changed.
I’m happy with the final edition. I keep thinking about how much work goes into writing a book. I can’t imagine authors who write chapter books. How do they do it?
I know more than every, that once you start writing the characters, and the story takes on a life of its own. Its like this force takes over . You have to write. You’re tired and your eyes hurt but you have to finish it. I think I even dreamed about these characters.
I want to gaze upon a rethogot tree. I want to attend the jolly jam. I want to paint more trees.