Funny Thing About Creativity

I have been playing around always with 3D art lately, and am not sure I like and/or love the results.

This is all new for me.

Up until a couple of years ago I thought my creative artwork had dried up and moved to the desert. I was “creative” in my younger years, but never took an art course. Nor a writing course, for that matter.

That didn’t stop me from trying — and improving — whatever latent talents I had.

After I retired four years ago, I took up crafting, enjoying it enough to perfect the talent into an actual craft fair material. That led to down time in the winter, and, needing a filler, started sketching and drawing circles and designs and pop art sort of things. A field — and style — I never really took seriously.

Now that the winter chill has snuck into Wisconsin I find myself experimenting once again. Where this 3D stuff came from I haven’t a clue. I started with copying some of the geometric pictures I sketched last year and added things like 1/2″ G clefs and clock hands on circles.

Is it art?  Oh yes. Is it good? That’s best left to psychics and mystics. And art teachers.

I’m neither putting down nor building up my budding new career. But I am surprised that I both like and dislike my work.

Is that natural for an artist? To feel disappointed that I can’t turn the ideas in my head into actual art pieces? To want to have my art be fantastic every time I start out?

This is where practice makes perfect. Or, rather, makes you better.

 You know all those cliches. You can’t get lemonade out of lemons unless you work squishing juice out the fruit and adding ingredients to it. You can’t finish the race if you don’t start it. Blah blah blah.

I believe self growth is full of satisfying moments and disappointing moments, especially where art is concerned. Like advanced degrees or top paying jobs, you don’t make it there on day one.

So it is with art. No matter if it’s your first time or the 100th time or the 10,000th time, every time you do something you do it differently. You find more control. More understanding. Your fingers move easier, your coordination improves.

Will you or I ever be on the art gallery circuit? I would love to think so. But in reality, I’m just as happy learning to do something better and better every time I try. I find it therapeutic as well as keeping those synapses in my brain firing.

I am accumulating a sketchbook full of ideas and a pile of art boards. What does Kenny Rogers say in the song “The Gambler”:

Cause every hand’s a winnerAnd every hand’s a loser

You  know the rest of the song. And we’re not there yet.

So let’s keep on practicing……

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Quiet Saturday Mornings

Just like smooth jazz, a mellow, drifting kind of magic from my friend Gigi over at Rethinking Life….

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Beauty….

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A close-up of a white bird preening its feathers.

I’m amazed at how beautiful this photo is
the delicate feathers
the gentleness of the sleep
the coloring
everything is perfect

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Still Cleaning Cobwebs

 

A  cloudy, cool Caturday outside today. The boys are at the end of their fishing trip, leaving me to cook and clean up dog poop. (old dog) all by myself.  I’ve spread my current art project across the kitchen take like flood waters over the dam, but am a a stopping point, so  all is good with the world.

Sluggish-a-reno. Not even Haydn’s lively Paris Symphony #82 can get my mind nor body to function.

I don’t remember being sluggish like that at an earlier age. Life wouldn’t let me. With working two jobs, raising two kids, attending school functions, you had no choice half the time when you woke up and when you went to bed. 

But this isn’t a blog today about the good ol’ days. Most times they’re never as “good” as you remember anyway. A day was just a day, a certain code restricting your freedom depending upon your age and schedule.

Sooooo ….. Are your Saturday’s fairly free? What kind of things do you plan when you don’t have to cook for company or run your kids to soccer games?

I’d love to know how you all spend your Saturday. Perhaps it would spiff me up and get me off the sofa to hear what your weekends are like. Plus, you’re from all over the world, and I’m sure location, age, weather, social influences and would put a wonderful spin on your exciting lives!

Any takers?

 

Faerie Paths — Elegance

 

 

Elegance is not being noticed, it’s about being remembered.

~ Giorgio Armani

 

 

 

Faerie Paths — Sky

 

Once you have tasted the taste of sky, you will forever look up.

~Leonardo da Vinci

 

 

 

 

Faerie Paths — Dance

Nick Cockburn

 

Life is the dancer and you are the dance. 

~ Eckhart Tolle

 

 

 

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Twyla Tharp

Twyla Tharp, (1941) is a popular American dancer, director, and choreographer who was known for her innovative and often humorous work.

Tharp attended Pomona College but transferred to Barnard College where she graduated with a degree in art history in 1963.In 1965, Tharp founded her dance company, Twyla Tharp Dance. Her dances are known for creativity, wit and technical precision coupled with a streetwise nonchalance. By combining different forms of movement such as jazz, ballet, boxing and inventions of her own making, Tharp’s work expands the boundaries of ballet and modern dance. 

In 1988 Tharp disbanded her company and joined American Ballet Theatre (ABT), where she served as artistic associate alongside Mikhail Baryshnikov until 1990.She continued to choreograph throughout the 1990s, but by 2000 the Twyla Tharp Dance Company was performing again.

“When I started working in New York, you were either modern dancer, or you were a ballet dancer,” Tharp shared.“I thought that was ridiculous, because I could be both a ballet dancer and a modern dancer, so shouldn’t everybody else be able to do that?”

More of Twyla Tharp’s amazing career and chorography can be found at https://www.twylatharp.org/ and https://achievement.org/achiever/twyla-tharp/.

 

 

Dancing Through the Grey

I just love this gif.

Every time I come across it it makes me smile.

It’s Brad Pitt and his goofy character Chad Feldheimer doing the happy dance in the movie Burn After Reading.  I love this part with him dancing and pumping the air and laughing and being silly.

This is how I’d like to be.

At least most of the time.

I know no one is happy all of the time. Life isn’t always dancing in the street, a bowl of cherries, or the pot at the end of the rainbow. Sometimes life sucks.

But when it doesn’t, it’s a chance to make wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, the (almost) best time of your life.

Now I don’t necessarily do the happy dance when I’m mopping the floor or filling the dishwasher. But when times get tough/boring/ stressful, a little bit of hopping around to “Swing Swing Swing” by Benny Goodman or “Flirtin’ With Disaster” by Molly Hatchet or the ending of the “1812 Overture” by Tchaikovsky can certainly do a number on my emotional state.

I know I sound like the old broken record, but there’s something about waking up every morning that makes me want to dance (after coffee, of course). Well, not all the time, but you know what I mean. Even with the aches and pains and trials of life, the miscues, missteps, and mis-ery, I try and find a reason to smile. To dance. Or even tap my foot, if I so desire.

How do we find Brad Pitt’s level of happiness?

That’s up to the individual.

Good books, great movies, powerful music, all are triggers. So are babies and kids, puppies, kittens, sunsets, oceans, crafts, flowers, phone calls and photo albums. The past, the present, and the future eventually all blend together anyway, so why not find something that makes you smile and feel good and run with it?

I know many hate this simpleton point of view. Life is not just black and white. Happy or sad. Hot or cold. It’s always a matter of gray.

Grey is good.

According to an article in the online magazine Psychreg,When we attempt to view life in cut and dry terms we end up boxing ourselves into a rigid way of thinking and feeling. Our abilities to resolve our differences become more difficult and we can negatively impact our effectiveness. The more we learn about the grey areas of life, the more we see how it shapes our earthly experience.”

So we need the grey area. But in the end, grey gives up to either black or white. You either do or you don’t. You stay or you go. You live or you die. 

You either dance to the music or you don’t. 

Try dancing. It’s more fun, more liberating, and more addicting than any dark corner of life.

And it sure beats filling the dishwasher.