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.
The greatest love story can be found within the pages of a novel, movie or one’s heart. Most including myself forget that the greatest hopeless love begins with self. I wrote this poem and it was my hope to have it ready for Valentine’s Day. It was BUT not like I wanted. I kept reinventing the wheel expecting an awesome layout and ended up more in love with the first design. This design feels right and once I change a few words it will be awesome. I can turn this awesome poem into a picture book!! Why then, do I keep reinventing perfection? Doubt I guess, but doubt in terms of what others will think.
I realize that in a real love story there is no doubt and certainly no perfection. Okay there may be doubt but take away all of the outside junk and there isn’t any doubt. It’s all the outside junk that fools us. It’s True! I love this poem and this poem loves me. I can’t seem to stop writing it and thinking of ways to express how it makes me feel.
I wrote this poem for myself but I smile in hopes of all the eyes who’ll read it.
In the words of a wise man Feck Perfection! I just want to write this on a wall someplace for all to read it. I’m dreaming of an old building that needs new character.
The old design–the one my heart seeks the most. I love the color and texture. Oh the words highlighted…what a great example of how love just happens.
Make a note to test various markers and I’m gonna try this one more time…however many it takes.
Oh right– back to painting trees for the wise tree book.
Imagine all the impossibilities that are possible.