Animals are such agreeable friends ― they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms. ~ George Eliot
I’ve had book One and Two done for like ever — the first one for 15 years, the second for maybe 8. I’m not published; I’ve sent the ideas out to a few publishers and agents during my years, but I was always busy doing other things like working full time and fooling around with my kids and grandkids.
I would whine (I’m a lovely whiner) that I wasn’t published. I hadn’t even sent it to friends to read. The second book was more my favorite than the first. Wouldn’t touch it for the world.
Then I started book three.
And since book three has taken a life of it’s own, I’m going to have to do some changes to book Two now.
Does your life ever work out like that?
Just when you think you know where you’re going something comes along and changes you all around helter skelter?
Why change it all?
Because you have changed.
Something somehow has changed your direction, your thoughts, your interpretations. And it will bug you till the end of your days if you don’t change the things around you (if you can).
Changing your wardrobe to fit your new attitude. Changing the music you listen to. Your job. Getting rid of toxic friends. Life is always a change.
And you must change along with it.
You can’t hold onto the past just because it’s there. It fits like your grandfather’s coat. Big and bulky and totally out of style. Even if you’re a retro kinda person.
I hate change. I love change. Being creative I love and hate everything. But I am smart enough to go along with it when I can see how it can benefit me.
I went to a concert last night to listen to the High Kings for St. Pattie’s Day. They are an Irish tenor kind of group. They sang all these Irish songs that I love. And somewhere between “Finnigan’s Wake” and “Wild Mountain Thyme” I realized my main character in all my books is Irish, and this third book is about him. Not my heroine’s interpretation of him, not the narrator’s interpretation — it’s about him and his Irish roots. Why he is like he is.
And it makes me want to put a musical experience in the book.
Which would change him and his lady and the reader.
And since it’s based on the same experience from the second book but from his point of view, I will now have to rewrite the second book so they “match”.
They say there is no rest for a writer. I’m sure that’s true of a poet, a painter, or a potter. I think that’s a good thing. I want this story to be the right story. Not my version of the right story. But his.
If you have to change, change. Don’t big deal it. Change that shirt, that purse, the color of your hair. Make your painting pink instead of blue if that’s what the cosmos tells you. Don’t sweat the logical stuff.
It’s all you in the end, anyway…..
I exist where reality does not
I am called what I create
I animate the inanimate
What am I?
Sometimes a video takes us where we cannot go. Where we could never go. Pass by the dancing bears and emojis and enjoy these videos. Worlds of art onto themselves.
And…to finish your day…some amazing computer graphics.…
with lots and lots of dosh,
or was it someone poor
Every man’s life is a fairy tale written by God’s fingers.
~Hans Christian Anderson
Sometimes, when I get in that groove, that unusual, special groove that you can’t always find, I feel like I’m flying. I know it won’t last long, and that it will come again, but it definitely is a change of heart, a change of dimension.
I get going … for me it’s writing … and all I want to do is keep going. Writing.
And I find I want everyone else to keep going too.
So here I am with my Monday Morning Pep Talk. MMPT. How goofy. But it’s how I feel.
Are you stuck in your writing? Wondering what to write? To paint? Poetry stuck in your throat?
Come and share those hesitations with me. If I can, I’ll work with you and give you ideas from the faerie gypsy goddess’s point of view.
Just what you need. I know.
But I know how good it feels to break through those barriers. I’m breaking through them all the time.
This isn’t a class, this isn’t an advice column. It’s not a solution nor is it me trying to be you. It’s me trying to help you FIND you. To nudge you into getting started again.
Ask me a question, throw some ideas my way — let me know what you do and where you want to go. Vent, wonder, share, throw some of your solutions out there too. I follow a lot of creative people, so I’m sure if you’re stuck, they may have been stuck, too, and have a solution.
Share your ups and downs, and let’s go down this path together. There’s so much in the world waiting to be created!
Sometimes it’s the first influencer who is the true artist, not the artists who come later..Born in 1927 in Nashville, Tennessee, Margaret Keane has always loved to paint and draw since an early age. She first made her paintings famous in San Francisco’s North Beach in the 1950s.Margaret’s work drew little accolades from art critics but was loved and admired by the world.Margaret went on to become one of the most successful living artists in the early 60s to present day.Margaret’s art gained wide favor and started a big-eyed movement in the early 60s, influencing a large crop of big-eyed artists who may have become more familiar with the public.Originally recognized by their wistful and sad-eyed children, Keane’s works now feature happy children, animals, or both, all with her signature large-eyes, in delightful places and situations.“The eyes I draw on my children are an expression of my own deepest feelings. Eyes are windows of the soul,” explains Keane.More of Margaret Keane’s delightful work can be found at https://www.keane-eyes.com/.
Often times, when I feel like actually writing my post, it comes off as a rant or a dejected viewpoint of myself or the world around me. As I age, be it not as gracefully as I’d like, I have learned not to hit “post” right away. As emotional as I may get at that moment, I’m trying to remember that was, indeed, only a moment.
And readers might not be interested in that “moment.”
I try not to blabber on the positive moments either, for one’s lemonade is surely someone else’s lemon. Even if there’s a little sugar sprinkled on top.
But when it comes to encouraging creativity I have a hard time not pushing the “publish” button. For I am living proof that if you want something bad enough, practice something long enough, good things, good emotions, happen.
I’ve been writing for most of my life, more actively the last 20 years. I’m not published, but that hasn’t stopped me from creating new worlds and poetry and an occasional novella. To me it’s therapy; the more it evolves, the more it’s like homework.
To do a really good job at writing something new you have to do your homework. You have to do research and maybe do an outline and dig into your characters. You have to give them a background and scars and highlights, even if those points will never see the light of day.
You have to see what makes them tick so they can tick around others.
I have written two novels about a middle-aged woman who time travels through time. Kinda like Outlander but not really. It is 3rd person, she did this she thought that, she wondered such and such. They were pretty straight forward, discovering those worlds from a modern point of view.
Now I’m attempting something new for me. I’m trying the third book in literary style. I think I mentioned in an earlier blog that it’s not easy for me to analyze feelings and write them; to dig into psychological conditioning and more “now” moments than generalizations to move the plot along.
Well, the last couple of times I sat down to share the man’s version of the story, it was almost like I was channeling him. Very weird, very out-of-body.
I’ve heard other writers say their story took a life of its own, that their characters went somewhere the writer wasn’t expecting. I haven’t been moved quite like that, but the literary style, the long wrapped-around images and sentences, seemed to flow easily through me.
To say I was shocked is an understatement.
I found … still find …. myself saying, did I write that? Did I really write that?
We all have that ability to try something new. To experiment with what we know. To try…and sometimes fail…at a new color or point of view or emotion. We always downplay our potential, saying “I can’t do that” or “that’s not me.”
The point of this quicky blog is to tell you that all of that is you. We are all and we are everything. It’s just that life and time and others push down those parts of you that aren’t as popular or talented, pigeonholing you into who you are today.
You want to paint people instead of landscapes? Crochet a jacket instead of a scarf? Write a murder mystery instead of a poem?
Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t. Don’t let that little demon voice inside chuckle at your attempt.
As the shoe company says, Just Do It.
You just might find that your creative side expands ten times its size. Like Alice in Wonderland and her potions, you will be amazed at what you find.
It might not be literary fiction…it may not be good at all. But I’m having a great time impressing the hell out of myself…
Born in Athens in 1935, Alekos Fassianos is a Greek painter with a flair for mythology.Fassianos studied violin at the Athens Conservatory, and painting at the Athens School of Fine Arts from 1956 to 1960 where he was taught from Yannis Moralis.He then went to Paris on a French State scholarship (1962–1964), and in 1966 he lived and worked solely in Paris. From 1974 he on he divided his time between Paris and Athens. Fassianos couples these two countries into his work, combining ancient myth with modern situations.
The figures are often posed in a salute or signalling to the viewer either a forthcoming or an already-won victory.They recall a folk-memory of a mythological past and add an heroic edge to the mundane truth of daily situations.Fassianos’s work empowers both viewer and subject as demi-gods. His art is fun, creative, and reflective of his heritage.More of Alekos Fassianos‘ beautiful work can be found at Fassianos and other places on the Internet.
Life is a curious thing. We may complain about it, wonder about it, and celebrate it, but it is an individual experience. Yours and yours alone. And although we sometimes don’t have a choice as to which way it goes, we do have a choice as to how we experience those directions.
We all have things to be thankful for. Our children, our religion, and our friends are big sources of happiness. That’s obvious. But what about the little things that make us feel good over and over again?
Life is a series of moments. Here is my list of 10 things that bring joy to this humble experience I call life.
What you need to do is make a top 10 list for yourself of what truly makes you happy. Don’t write down the givens — going to church, cuddling your grandkids. You already know those biggies. Write down the things that give you a heart flash. Write down the perfect moment.
We all have them.
You may think you only have 5 or 6 things to list. You may have 50. It doesn’t matter. Take a look at your life and find what really washes you clean and write it down. Then look at it when you feel blue.
Do what you can to make it a wish list. You may have to wait until summer to check off some of the feel goods, but know there are plenty of things within reach that can make you feel good about yourself and the world.
We only walk this way once. Why not feel good about it?
Jewelry maker Jeremy Mays designs wearable pieces from the layered pages of vintage books, transforming their content into unique works that are nearly impossible to trace back to their paper origin.
To make these multi-shaped works, May first laminates hundreds of sheets of paper together.
He then creates the shape for the piece and finishes it off with a high gloss coating.
After production, May often inserts the works back into the books, bringing the transformed and colorful pages back to their material source.
The rings may lose the words and image of the original book, but May keeps references with photographs and copy of the ring’s former life.
The rings May makes all are inspired by books he thinks are perfect examples of literary beauty.
A beautiful way to keep the written word.
Ron Ben-Israel is an Israeli pastry chef known for his wedding and special occasion cakes and for his detail in sugar paste flowers.
Ben-Israel was born in Israel. His mother was born in Vienna and was rescued from the ghetto by American volunteers, later immigrating to Israel. His father, Moshe, lost most of his family in the Holocaust, and survived Auschwitz. His father worked in the printing industry, while his mother worked in map-making for the government.
He loved baking in the kitchen as a child.
He started a dance career at age 21, right after leaving the army. He danced with the Israeli dance companies Batsheva and Bat-Dor over a period of some 15 years, and toured internationally.Near the end of his dancing career, he moved to the United States and fell in love with the art of cake baking all over again.His dedication to his art is both reverent and joyful at once.Each time he fashions a cake—and he’s designed thousands of stunning, one-of-a-kind gateaux in his career—he’s as thrilled as he would be if it were his first masterpiece.
More of Ron Ben-Israel‘s cakes can be found at https://www.weddingcakes.com/.
Around the world, I’ve searched for youI traveled on when hope was gone
To keep a rendezvousI know somewhere, sometime, somehow
You’d look at meAnd I would see the smile you’re smiling nowIt might have been in County Down
Or in New York
In gay Paree or even London TownNo more will I go all around the worldFor I have found my world in you….
You know I love to write. I love the process of developing worlds and chaos and love and confusion. As if real life is any different.
Well, I’m thinking of writing another book.
Every now and then I try a new style, just to see if I can “do it.” I put those words in quotations because it’s not easy for me to go from one style to another. From a murder mystery who-done-it to a historic love story. From a modern-day time traveler to a scientist in the future.
I still have a hard time writing 3rd person. I’m much better writing from one person’s point of view, not several.
But I’ve been reading some literary fiction lately, and thought about giving that a try.
What is literary fiction, you may ask?
So do a lot of others, it seems. There are as many answers as there are stars. But basically genre writing highlights a specific area, is narrative driven, has a predictable formula, and provides entertainment. Literary writing is language driven, there is not any real style formula, and it provides meaning and cultural value.
When I think of genre writing I think of what I’ve written: time travel, other worlds. Genres includes horror, historical fiction, and mystery romance. Stephen King and Harry Potter. When I think of literary fiction I think of Jane Eyre and The Handmaid’s Tale.
I know I know — write what you know. Who you are. All of that.
But don’t you sometimes want to try something different?
If you play tennis, don’t you want to try squash sometime? If you bake nothing but chocolate cakes, doesn’t a complicated strudel call you now and then?
In order to grow, to explore, to be a master at creation, you have to test the water of new worlds. It doesn’t matter if you succeed in those worlds. But you have to immerse yourself sometimes in something new and different.
I am also drawn into the Gothic style of Poe and the Lovecraftian style of H.P. Something deep and flowery and intense and full of obscure words and inferences. I suppose you had to be there to write like that, but why not experiment a little?
I’ll let you know how the experiment goes. If it rocks the roof or just sounds like Claudia on mind enhancing drugs. I can’t totally destroy my style, but I can try and change my shoe size now and then.
I will just have to stuff the toes with kleenex…
French photographer Francis Meslet roams the world searching for abandoned places and striking architectural structures.Like time capsules, testifying to a parallel world and perfect for enabling the mind to wander and ponder, Meslet’s melancholic images brave the passage of time, making way for silence after the memories often left behind by human habitation.In these deserted places, no more than the rustling of the wind can be heard through a broken window or the sound of water dripping from a dilapidated ceiling.These silences nonetheless invite the spectator to slip into these well-guarded and mysterious places captured by the photographer and attempt to bring to life that which has been forgotten.
Meslet’s worlds are the reflection of perfection forgotten.
Jamie Winn is the owner and operator of Ghost Light Gallery, specializing in paintings and amazing woodworks.
There is always a moving part to Winn’s creations — something that always catches the eye.
Her works are unique, whimsical, and sometimes a touch eerie.
Which is how she likes it.
More of Jamie Winn‘s magical works can be found at her website, http://www.ghostlightgallery.com/
Edvard Munch (1863-1944) was a prolific yet perpetually troubled artist preoccupied with matters of human mortality such as chronic illness, sexual liberation, and religious aspiration.He expressed these obsessions through works of intense color, semi-abstraction, and mysterious subject matter.
A majority of the works which Munch created, were referred to as the style known as symbolism, mainly because of the fact that the the paintings he made focused on the internal view of the objects, as opposed to the exterior, and what the eye could see.
Emotions such as love, terror, and loneliness were depicted by the contrasting lines, the darker colors, blocks of color, somber tones, and a concise and exaggerated form, which depicted the darker side of the art which he was designing.More of Edvard Munich‘s art can be found at https://www.edvardmunch.org/.
We talked a little about what we’re up to in our personal life. I told my friends I just wrote a ditty on the fly to remind myself that I am still a writer.
Do you ever take a break and then hesitate?
I have spent a lot of time lately final editing what I’ve written so I can print it out and share it with my friends.
I’ve also spent a lot of time collecting art for my Sunday Evening Art Gallery. I have found so many new artists, I am knocked off my feet.
But I’m a writer first. At least here on my sofa, in front of the TV.
Do you ever have to fly off and do something quick to reassure yourself you are what you are?
How funny the human ego is.
What is a writer? A painter? A calligrapher?
Just because you spend your spare time doing anything creative, does it make you what you think you are? Are you an artist just because you wield a paint brush? Are you a writer, even if you only write email copy?
I have learned you are whatever you call yourself. The world does not care for your title. Maybe corporate America puts a value on what your company has called you. But in the scope of life, no one cares.
That’s why it’s important to call yourself what you are. And not be intimidated by your title.
Do you paint? Do you spend your spare time crocheting or scrapbooking or quilting? Do you scour the Internet for ideas for your art gallery or ceramic blog or your instructional video?
The world will go on whatever your call yourself. So find a title that fits your soul. Own it.
I am a writer. I may only write a couple of lines for email copy at work, but I am a writer. It doesn’t matter if I’ve written poetry or short stories or full length novels. I have written and preserved copy that can be passed on to generations.
That’s all that matters.
Follow your calling and shout your “title” loud and clear.
No one will respect you until you respect yourself.
When you first look at Oleg Dou‘s work, you may think…..no.
The monochromatic look, the androgynous style, is something strange and unusual.But take a moment and look closer.Dou transforms photographic images of human faces, manipulating them with computer software to produce stylized features and airbrushed skin.Dou is interested in producing images that are both alluring and unsettling.“I am looking for something bordering between the beautiful and the repulsive, living and dead,” he has said. “I want to attain the feeling of presence one can get when walking by a plastic manikin.”
More of Oleg Dou‘s beautiful artwork can be found at http://olegdou.com/.
This is the second day of my weather-imposed sabbatical. Yesterday the temperature was -16 (without wind chill figured in), this morning they are -26 without windchill. Not the weather for the faint of heart. My car won’t start so here am.
Of course, I was wrecked with guilt yesterday until I went out and bought some bird seed. I would be afraid those little guys would be feather pops unless I got them something to warm them from the inside.
I can see why the weather effects emotions so much.
WoMan fights her/his whole life to be in control. In control of their life, their thoughts, their direction in life. And sometimes we half-way succeed. Then we get hit with something that keeps us from exerting that newly found control, and it’s frustrating.
Hey! I just made plans to go to a museum by myself! I just bought new kicker shoes for work! I just got out of a bad relationship and I’m free!
And here we sit frozen into the house. All this positive pumped-up energy bouncing around our living room walls.
Of course, you could spend your freeze days and rainy days inside, cleaning, organizing, reading that book you bought two months ago. You could waste your time watching TV or not waste your time making cookies.
There is a universe inside your universe that works for you every day, too.
You don’t need to slay dragons every day.
You can take assurance that there are bigger and more powerful forces around you that own you plain and simple. And your job is to work with them to continue moving forward.
So on this frozen Thursday morning I bow to the power of the Freeze and think I’ll go through my WordPress reader and read some fellow writers. I’ll make some cookies today and make sure the bird feeder is full.
And I shall charge up my turbo spaceship to the stars and try again tomorrow.
Carsten Wieland is a watercolor painter from Essen, Germany.
During visits to the United States, Carsten fell in love with abandoned buildings, and began his watercolor journey.
Painting became his daily therapy and obsession.
Carsten believes the process is much more important than the result.
If you take a look at his art on his website, you hope he continues painting for a lot longer than that.
More of Carsten Wieland’s amazing watercolors can be found at https://brushparkwatercolors.wordpress.com.
Gabriel Dawe (born 1973) is a Mexican-born artist living in Dallas, Texas whose work is based on investigations of the visible spectrum of light.
He has gained renown for his large-scale Plexus series of installations of sewing thread, though he also creates works on paper as well as other media.
In search for creative freedom he started experimenting and creating artwork, which eventually led him to explore textiles and embroidery — activities traditionally associated with women and which were forbidden for a boy growing up in Mexico.
Because of this, his work is subversive of notions of masculinity and machismo that are so ingrained in his culture.
By working with thread and textiles, Dawe’s work has evolved into creating large-scale installations with thread, creating environments that deal with notions of social constructions and their relation to evolutionary theory and the self-organizing force of nature.
More of Gabriel Dawe’s amazing thread/string work can be found at http://www.gabrieldawe.com/.
For well over 250 years Paul de Lamerie (1688 – 1751) has been universally considered not only one of the most important English goldsmiths, but among the most important English craftsmen of all time.
His extraordinary works range from the elegant simplicity of the Queen Anne style to the elaborate rococo style for which he is most remembered.
It was de Lamerie who was one of the first to incorporate French rococo design with English silver, raising his art to a standard that had never before been seen, nor since duplicated.
In 1703 Paul was apprenticed to Pierre Platel from which he learnt the art of working in silver and gold.
De Lamerie entered his first mark at the Goldsmiths’ Hall in 1712.
Although De Lamerie presumably received a number of Royal commissions in the course of his career (was made goldsmith to the King in 1716), he was never appointed to the coveted post of Royal Goldsmith.
.Although inspired by the work of other masters he was always able to maintain and express his own thoughts through his mastery of detail and craftsmanship.
Frank Stella i(1936-) is an American artist best known for his use of geometric patterns and shapes in creating both paintings and sculptures.
As a young boy, Michelangelo was sent to Florence to study grammar under the Humanist Francesco da Urbino. However, he showed no interest in his schooling, preferring to copy paintings from churches and seek the company of other painters.
At 13, he persuaded his father to allow him to leave grammar school and become an apprentice to the artist Domenico Ghirlandaio, one of the most successful fresco painters in Florence.
Michelangelo spent only a year at the workshop the moved into the palace of Florentine ruler Lorenzo the Magnificent, of the powerful Medici family, to study classical sculpture in the Medici gardens.
At the age of 22, Michelangelo moved to Rome and sold his first important work: the Bacchus and another Cupid, now lost.
He was only 24 when he finished sculpting the Pieta for the French cardinal Jean de Billheres. Michelangelo went to the marble quarry and selected the marble for this exquisite piece himself.
At age of 27 Michelangelo returned to Florence, which had become a republic, and received an order from the local authorities to sculpt a colossal marble statue of David.
In 1508, when Michelangelo was 28, Pope Julius decided to decorate his uncle’s chapel (called the Sistine, after Pope Sixtus IV) and ordered Michelangelo to fill the ceiling with frescoes. He protested that he is no painter but the Pope insisted and Michelangelo began to work alone and in great discomfort. He finished the Sistine Chapel frescoes in 1512.
His amazing work throughout his long life can be found on many sites on the Internet, especially https://www.michelangelo.org/..
Alexa Meade didn’t plan to be an artist.
One of her professors asked her to create a sculpture that felt like a landscape but was not a sculpture of a landscape. She had no idea what that meant, and he told her it was up to her to figure out.
Meade decided to see what it would look like if she put black shadows on the human body.
And then she started painting not only shadows but also a full mapping of light in grayscale, highlights, darks, everything coming together in a mask of paint on her human palettes.
Meade could make people and things look like two-dimensional paintings of themselves
After she discovered this, she left politics behind and made her job teaching herself how to paint, through the process of inventing this new style of painting.
More of Alexa Meade‘s paintings can be found at https://alexameade.com/
Do you ever feel that way?
Do you ever feel that, no matter what you have endured, what you have experienced, it just doesn’t matter in the long run?
I don’t know if you believe in an afterlife. A reward for everything you’ve been through. An ending to your sacrifices and bliss. I don’t know what I believe, but I do know that I want to make the world, life, the future, easier than I had it.
How do I do that?
Again, I don’t have many answers. I try to listen to what my family, my friends, say. What they are going through. And find a way to bring them to a peaceful place.
I do the same online.
I don’t know if anyone online has ever benefited from my experiences, from my point of view.
But I always hope that someone gets the gist of what I’m saying and starts to believe in themselves. That they realize that not everything is their fault. That the world goes on as it will, smashing and crushing and sprinkling its darkness to whomever is in the way.
We all get hit by adversity.
What makes humans magical is that we have the ability to rise above all the shit and make the world ours. Bend it to our desires, to our needs.
I guess we all have an intention of where our blog goes. Your thoughts and projections are different than mine, than your friends, than the person who has a blog that sounds just like yours.
You need to claim your stance and make it your own.
Whether you have 15 followers or 10,000 followers, it doesn’t matter. Be yourself the whole time. Whether your expertise is music or poetry or pottery. It doesn’t matter.
You will find friends everywhere. People who “get” you.
Write when you want. Share what you can. If you change one single life, you are better off than when you started.
That means everything in this world.
And that’s why we’re friends.
I have always loved Craig’s work. Since however I found him some time ago, his art is magical, fun, and so wonderfully creative. He’s working on a book of all his magic (correct me if it’s already out, my friend), but I suggest you wander over to Craig’s blog and see just how wonderfully enchanting his work is!
(I’d love to meet those guys in the boat some day!)
Continuing to address the three components for creation of this book. After the First, the ’Frontmatter’ which I wrote about in the previous Ukazoo Book Posts, the second component of this book is the ’Body’. The ‘Body’ is divided into three parts – The Journey, Snapshots & Memorabilia, and the Art Exhibit. The first part, […]
Art comes in all forms, in all materials.
It all comes down to whatever pleases the eye.
New Jersey-based Adam Hillman is often referred to as a “master organizer.”
His tightly controlled symmetrical layouts take hours to measure, cut, and arrange.
The New Jersey-based visual artist sifts through multitudes of colorful everyday objects and foods which he organizes into zen-like patterns, towers, and gradients.
He has lifted everyday objects into patterns of beauty and mathematics.
More of Adam Hillman‘s amazing arrangements can be found on his Instagram account.
Johan Scherft was born in 1970 in Leiden, the Netherlands. At an early age he showed great talent in drawing, and also an interest in animals and nature.
The birds he observed inspired him at a young age to make birds out of paper, hand-colored with colored pencil.
With these self-created models, and other drawings, Scherft was accepted to the Royal Academy of Arts in The Hague.
Johan Scherft has been working as a free artist since then, working in various disciplines such as painting, etching, drawing and illustrating.
Scherft designs cardboard models of animals, especially birds.
He meticulously paints these realistic and life sized animals and upon completing the craft they look as though they would fit seamlessly into nature.
More of Johan Scherft’s incredible work can be found at http://www.johanscherft.com/
My biggest discovery was that I have hyperthyroidism. It is a relief that most of the weird symptoms I’ve been going through have had a reason behind it besides me getting old. I am getting better, thank you, but it is good I get a yearly checkup. You should too.
What does that have to do with my year-end resolutions?
I think my creativity is going to take a slightly different direction in 2019.
I have done this blog since 2011, each post an evolution upon itself. I have loved writing and sharing my opinions and thoughts on a myriad of subjects. I’ve toted my creativity through words, then the Sunday Evening Art Gallery.
I’ve decided to talk in my blog less and share the visual more. I want to share more artists, more magic, more images and less “advice.” You don’t need to hear what you’ve heard in other circles. You are smart enough to go for it yourself
What passions are you bringing to the forefront in 2019?
I send all of you magic and faeries and the power to make dreams come true this upcoming year!
Giai-Miniet creates miniature boxes with gloomy old-school scifi laboratories, attics, libraries, storage and interrogation cells, and houses full of dusty, rusty rooms.
All of these miniature houses are filled from floor to ceiling with tiny books, machinery, household junk, storage boxes and odd experiments.
Containing the aftermath from scenes of unknown experiments, interrogations and slaughters, the works form an exploration of the physicality of memory.
Even though the spaces are cluttered with tons of little objects, “Les Boîtes” (The Boxes) are still neatly organized and truly resemble real buildings as they might look through transparent facades.
This is just a reminder that if you liked the short version of my Sunday Evening Art Gallery blog in here, you can find even more of their work at the actual art gallery, Sunday Evening Art Gallery. At last count there are 202 galleries…something for everyone!
Maybe you’d like to see….
More of Charles Joseph Hullmandel’s alphabet?
More graphic art wonders of Davide Bonazzi?
More jewels from Cartier?
More dogs from Dean Russo?
More landscapes from Kurt Wenner?
There’s so much more over at the gallery! Stop by, follow, and check out the amazing art that has been collected for 202 galleries!
A ring is a halo on your finger. ~Douglas Coupland
Well, the Big Day is over. Friends and family have gone home, presents stuffed in beat-up bags. The turkey and ham and hors d’oeuvres have been scarfed, bottles of wine and cartons of egg nog emptied, toys played with and abandoned. Parents can finally get some sleep, grandparents can once again start putting money into their savings accounts for next year’s presents, and the dog is still looking for leftovers dropped on the floor.
I still have my Christmas lights up — do you? If I had my way I’d take down the tree and leave the lights around the window and across the arch up until at least July. The Santas can go, except for the clear ones that look like wizards. The tree has wonderful memories on it, including my 34-year-old’s “Baby’s First Christmas” ornament. But those can get packed away, too.
So what do we do now?
The Christmas vibration still lingers in the air between it and New Years, but it’s growing faint as we speak. Football games are getting ready to take the place of Hallmark Christmas Movies, and those mini hot dogs and smokie links aren’t on sale anymore.
It’s also the time that reality starts clicking its castanets on the outskirts of our hearing. The warm fuzzies of the holiday season can only last until New Years. The 12 Days of Christmas and all of that. Once the tree is down and the lights packed away, people are free to start being jerks again. Politics will raise its obnoxious head, snow will cause major traffic jams and road rage, and it still will be dark when you wake up and dark when you come home from work.
Has this holiday season been for nothing after all?
A couple of blogs ago I said I’m not that much into Christmas, because I celebrate Christmas every day. Obvious baby Jesus isn’t born every day, and the three wise men don’t visit every day, but the spirit can last all year long.
Before you make your New Years resolutions to lose weight, visit the Vatican, or find a new job, grab a hold of that spirit that the season has left behind and make it your own. Use that positive point of light and make something of it.
Be a nicer person. Forgive those who are idiots. It’s not up to you to show them the light. Mean people, bossy people, all have nothing to do with you. Their hangups have nothing to do with you. Feel sorry for them, then move on.
Give five dollars to a local food pantry or animal rescue shelter. Just because. Help an elderly shopper with their groceries. Someone slips and falls, stop and pick them up. Little movements of kindness expand exponentially back to you, surpassing your original gesture.
If you hold on tightly to that little spirit of the season that is fading behind us, you will see that the world is all right. In all it’s monstrous, ungrateful, banal existence, there is a part that still shines with the Christmas spirit.
That part is in you.
Even if it’s hidden behind all those Christmas cookies.
Sculptor Penny Hardy combines discarded metal items to create three-dimensional figures based on her body’s own dimensions.
In display, the works are either presented alone or in pairs of two, and express fundamental emotions through their relationship to the environment or each other.
By using discarded man-made metal items, which have been so skillfully made and used to create their own mechanical energy, she hopes to extend their life in another form,
re-use that energy for a different purpose, and exchange their function to create a new entity.
Théophile-Alexandre Steinlen (1859-1923, Swiss) was an Art Nouveau print maker, illustrator, painter and sculptor best known for his prolific portfolio of cat depictions.
Living in Montmartre allowed him to meet the leading artists and writers of the day who often frequented the club Chat Noir.
In Paris he began to illustrate various magazines and books by Guy de Maupassant and Anatole Frances.
His love of cats and their world inspired marvelous artwork circling the aloof creature, much to our enjoyment.More of Théophile-Alexandre Steinlen‘s work can be found across the Internet, includinghttps://www.thegreatcat.org/the-cat-in-art-and-photos-2/cats-in-art-20th-century/theophile-alexandre-steinlen-1859-1923-swiss/.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. ~John Muir
Driving home today I sang along with the song on the radio, Rock the Casbah. Yet my version went, “She really a likes it, Rock the cat box; rock the cat box!” It was a fun reference to the first time I heard the song and what I “thought” I heard. The real version is a little different: “Shariah don’t like it. Rock the Casbah. Rock the Casbah.”
How many songs have you messed up the lyrics to?
My mistaken assumptions about song lyrics started when I was in middle school, high school. There was that “dirty” song Louie Louie everyone talked about. We could never understand their slurring words, so my friends and my version was, “At night, I lay her, I lay her again. A fu&ckin’ girl. ahhh right away, (blah blah, blah blah, something I couldn’t understand), I felt my roll, in her hair…”
The Kingsmen actually said, “Three nights and days I sailed the sea; Me think of girl constantly; On the ship, I dream she there; I smell the rose in her hair.”
Where did my version come from?
Back in the day, my hubby and I liked to sing Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit song to my kids, singing, “And we all love, mashed potatoes” instead of “Here we are now, entertain us.”
How about the Police and Don’t Stand Too Close to Me? I assumed they sang about the book by Neville Cross. But it was more like Nabokov, who wrote Lolita. (I just looked that up last week!)
And the Duran Duran song nobody understands, Blinded by the Light. I sing, “Wrapped up like a douche you know you’re rollin’ in the night.” Actual lyric: “Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night.”
Where do we get these versions?
Most songs are clear and melodious, and it’s easy to sing along with the band. But sometimes you think you hear one thing and it’s really another. You trip over one word and your common sense follows that crack in the sidewalk, and you never know the difference.
I always thought Jimi Hendrix on All Along the Watchtower said “Plow man, dig my herb” (like he was getting high or something). Instead he said “Plowman, dig my earth.” (Can you dig it?). Or Don’t Bring Me Down by ELO: “Don’t bring me down, Bruce!” instead of “Don’t bring me down, groose!” (What is a groose?)
All in all, the words may be wrong, but the intentions are real. And so is the fun.
What songs do you mess up?
Are you ready for Christmas? I can say that I am not. It’s not that big a deal for me.
Now before you hold me as a scrooge or anti-sentiment protester, let me explain. Which you knew I would.
I celebrate Christmas every day.
Sounds ludicrous, I suppose, but I really do.
The lights. I love Christmas lights. I have a strand of white under my counter and a strand of blue over my window. If I had my way I’d have Christmas lights in every room all year around!
The gifts. Heck, I give gifts all year long. I came across a champagne glass with a dolphin stem at Goodwill, and bought it for my bestie, as she loves dolphins. I buy my friends lunch, take my grandkids to the movies, give gifts to family and friends for no reason. I don’t have to have a special day to give gifts from my heart to those I love.
Christmas dinner. I eat like it’s Christmas day every weekend. I share meals with friends, family, and even bring treats to work for all to share. I give to food banks and food drives throughout the year. That’s the spirit year round.
Christmas carols. There’s nothing more beautiful than listening to the choir sing Christmas carols. Their voices are magical, spiritual, a path to the supreme and mystical. And Christmas songs are fun to sing all year long. During the summer my grandson and hubby were singing “Jingle Bells” while I retorted with “Summer Breeze.” We both had our way and it was fun.
Santa Claus. I sometimes shudder at the thought of a little boy or girl being forced to sit on an old fat man’s lap who has a big bushy beard and hair and a deep voice going “Ho Ho Ho!” I don’t know you! Santa is a jolly ol’ fellow, but he’s not on my top 10 list of year-round celebrations.
The Christmas Tree. I have lots of plants in my house, and lots of trees on my property. I hang windchimes and oversized ornaments on the trees along the trails so I can enjoy them all year around.
The Baby Jesus. This is what Christmas is really all about. A baby who was born poor and died poor, but lived a full life, teaching us the way to live. He talked about friendship, patience, and compassion. Love and understanding. He taught us to love our neighbor, our family, our children. Not to beat them, frighten them, bully them. He showed us how to be a good person.
I try and live that life every day. I don’t need a special day to be nice to someone, to share with someone.
Neither do you.
Christmas is just another day of being alive, another chance to be kind to someone. To listen to someone. To accept someone for who they are, for what they want to be.
Celebrate Christmas today and everyday!
Based out of Geneva, Switzerland, Istvan works as a freelance illustrator who’s mastery of Vue, Cinema, Zbrush, and Photoshop are obvious.Multi-lingual and multi-talented, Istvan has created a number of digital works that stand on their own as artworks, and work together to form gallery-worthy series.
His mathematical-designed insects are gorgeous.
More of Istavan‘s artwork can be found at https://chaoticatmospheres.com.
When you’re young, you can’t wait to have a party. It used to be all your friends at your house with party hats and games; today it’s Chucky Cheese or Rock Climbing parties.
When you’re a teen you often just go to the mall with some friends or hang at someone’s house for your birthday. Big shows of celebration of your day of birth are embarrassing.
When you’re in college, your birthday usually turns into a bender, with loud music and laughing, drunk friends playing beer pong or beer bags.
When you’re in your 20s and 30s you often have kids, so your idea of celebrating your birthday is having your parents babysit while you get a night out for dinner and/or a movie.
When you celebrate your birthday in your 40s or 50s, you’ve usually got a good group of friends around you, so you enjoy throwing a big bash at your house or at a friend’s house. You drink chocolate martinis and eat hors d’oeuvres. You play music from your teens and dance around the living room with a beer or a glass of wine.
When you head into your 60s, celebrating your birthday takes a different turn. Your birthday parties entail taking the family out to dinner for something “different” like hot wings or Thai, and you try not to think of how many years you’ve got left to sing “Happy Birthday.”
I’m not in my 70s yet, so I don’t know how I’ll spend them. I try and be a glass half full kinda girl, but when there are more years behind you than in front of you, that’s a hard task to keep.
Yet these birthdays are the most important. Because I’ll tell you one thing.
Another birthday means you’ve survived.
I’ve survived Cabbage Patch Kids, 8-Tracks, The Freddie, and Howdy Doody. I’ve survived 9/11, the impeachment of Nixon, and the death of Lynyrd Skynyrd. I celebrate being alive and full of love and hope, even in the face of runaway Twitter or bashing poor Charlie Brown tv shows.
I celebrate because I’m alive. Looking around me, that’s not always an easy thing to be.
So what does a 66-year-old do for their birthday?
How about sushi with my family then the grandkids over night then go to see Wreck It Ralph Wrecks the Internet tomorrow? That’s love, no matter how you celebrate it.
Celebrate YOUR birthday every year. Every day.
Make your heart happy.
Si Scott’s love of music inspires the flowing nature of his hand-drawn designs, beautifully and precisely executed.
Si’s multi-faceted approach has led him to work across a wide spectrum of projects, from advertising campaigns to branding, publishing to editorial, and interior design to album covers.
More of Si Scott‘s drawings can be found at https://www.siscottstudio.com/.
He draws very lifelike portraits of ordinary people and celebrities using pencil and charcoal.
His style is known as Hyperrealism.
He brings portraits to life, as if they were standing right next to you.
More of Kelvin Okafor‘s amazing works can be found at www.kelvinokaforart.com.
Indeed it’s another Saturday night.
I’m alone, my other half is working. So I have the whole evening to myself.
So what should I do?
What do YOU do when you get 5-6 hours to yourself?
I often start with big plans that eventually fade out to vegging out watching TV. What a waste of a Saturday night.
So what I”m really going to do tonight is write. A new story, or maybe on an in-progress one. I’ve got a little scary movie going on in the background, not loud enough to have to pay attention, but more background noise cuz I’m all alone.
A good friend of mine suggested I write a story based on my last blog about “healing hands.” I might do that, although I have no idea on how it will end.
But more importantly, I’d love to know what YOU are doing tonight. On a Saturday night. On a night you get to yourself.
I don’t always get a lot of responses to my posts, but I love when my friends post back. This would be a fun time to hear your side of the story.
Tell me about your Saturday night….
Another Saturday night and I ain’t got nobody
Ain’t got no money so I can’t go play
Guess I’ll write about travelin’ through ti-i-me
I’m in a happy way