Alice … (Repost)

I read this the other morning and thought it was delightful, insightful, and repostable! Enjoy Georgiann and her writings at https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com/.

Alice …

“Why didn’t you stay in Wonderland?” he asked, hands in pockets, as he walked along next to her.  “I think I would have stayed.”

“If you found Wonderland, it would have been a completely different experience,” said Alice.  “It would have been a Wonderland tailored just for you.  It’s that way with everything, especially in out-of-the-way-places.”

“You mean places no one is supposed to know about?”

“I think certain people are supposed to know about those places, either by design or, accident.  It’s their destiny.”

“Tell me again.  What was it like?”

“It seems tighter,” she said, pressing her arms against her sides, Closer.  The sky felt lower.  It’s definitely  lusher.  Sizes don’t always make sense.  Plants and animals can speak.  The colors are deeper and alive.  There is danger and beauty.  There are people who might be considered a bit off, by our standers.  It’s more colorful, but the Queen…well, she’s a bit of a…”

“Problem,” he asked?

“She was unhappy.  Once I realized that, we chatted over tea, and she felt a lot better.  It’s not that she didn’t want to be Queen, it’s that her husband was boring, and not at all supportive or helpful.  She was hoping for the love of her life and instead, she ended up with Mr. Bland.  She was angry because she never felt loved or appreciated.  He never surprised her, or romanced her.  He was no fun at all, so her anger turned into rage and ended up being directed at the people themselves.”

“I can understand her dilemma, but she shouldn’t have taken it on on the masses.”

“I don’t think she realized that’s what was happening.  I told her to get a divorce and marry some hot young guy who liked to dance and party.”

“What did she say?”

“She hugged me and called her lawyer.  I think Wonderland itself let out a huge sigh of relief.  She felt trapped, was waiting for permission to move forward and get rid of the person who was breaking her heart.  She wasn’t sure a Queen could do that.  She baked a lot of tarts, believe me.  She said it took her mind off of him and she always burned a few pretending they were him.”

“Harsh.”

“You never met  him.  I don’t think he would have realized he was on fire.”

“That says a lot.”

“Indeed.  Now double it.”

“What about the Mad Hatter?”

“He was lovely and I don’t think he was mad as much as passionate.  He loved creating hats.  His passion was so large, it couldn’t be contained, and that’s why some believed him to be mad, when he was just unbelievably happy and excited.”

“Did you tell that to him?”

“I did and we danced for an hour, while he threw flowers and ribbons into the air.”

“That must have been interesting.”

“It was fun.  We laughed…a lot.  He also made me another hat.”

“The blue one with the pink and white feathers?”

She nodded.

“It’s my favorite.”

“Mine too.”

“Tell me about the White Rabbit.”

“One pill makes you taller and one pill makes you small….  He was kind of in charge of the drug situation in Wonderland.  He’s the one who put the bottles in the foyer.  The bottles I drank.  I got big, then small.  But I don’t really know what he gave me.  He’s quite a gentleman, dresses well, uses a monocle, which I don’t think he needs, it’s more for effect.  He’s polite, knows how to pour tea and he keeps in touch with everyone.”

“The Dormouse?”

“Adorable.  Sleepy, but so cute.  I doubt he would like to be described in that way, but it’s a true telling.  I think he has magic but he’s too tired to participate in anything.  I don’t know if the Rabbit is his dealer, but if he is, he needs to cut back on whatever he’s giving him.  It’s possible he just eats to much cake.  There is a LOT of cake at the Tea Parties.  I’m not sure which it is. 

As for the Tweedles.  Scary twins.  At least when I first saw them  They looked like rubber balls with heads, stripped t-shirts and matching beanies.  Not the brightest crayons in the box, that’s for sure.  But once I got to know them, I liked them.  They didn’t have many friends, so were a bit out of touch.  I never met their parents, if they had any.  I used to tell them stories, now and then.  They liked that.  I don’t think anyone spent enough time with them while they were growing up.”

“Cat?”

“He was the best.  Imagine a cat who could disappear and leave his smile for everyone to see.  So funny.  Although he didn’t think it was funny.  At least not at first.  We became very good friends.  I’m a cat  person and he could tell.  He did love to tease people and push them as far as he could.”

“It seems as everyone was starving for attention.”

“They were,” said Alice.  “It’s different there.  While they are always willing to help each other, and they do have remarkably strong  friendships, as children, they all seem to have been neglected.  Aren’t you going to ask about the caterpillar?”

“Next on the list.”

“It is absolutely the strangest thing to hear a caterpillar start talking to you,” she said, smiling.  “I thought someone was playing a trick on me and hiding somewhere, throwing his voice.  But no, the caterpillar had quite a lot to say, he’s also usually as high as a kite.  I don’t think he liked me at all, at least not in the beginning.  Wonderland is orderly and my appearance threw everything out of wack.  He did have some good advice, while looking down his many legs at me.  I think we were okay with each other by the time I left.”

“Tell me about the Kraken.”

“Poor thing,” she said, looking down.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll understand.”

Alice sighed and said, “He wasn’t anyone to be afraid of.  All the fear directed at him made him so unhappy.  He just wanted to be treated kindly, to live is own life, his own way.  He had the same dreams as everyone else, but no one asked him how he felt, or what he needed.  People are cruel. I guess it doesn’t matter where they are.”

“Again, why didn’t you stay there?”

Alice shrugged.  “In the end, I just didn’t belong.  I’m not sure I belong here either, but I know this place.  Wonderland felt like living in a dream where everyone dressed up and everything was alive.  It was exciting at first but most everything can lose it’s rosy glow, after awhile.”

“That’s true.”

“It wasn’t easy to leave.  I made good friends in Wonderland.  Friends who wanted me to stay.”

“I’m sure they knew they would miss you.”

“I think I can find Wonderland again,” she said, her eyes glistening, her smile bright.  “I’m  planning to go back for a visit.”

“Can you take me along?” he asked, excitedly.

“I don’t know,” she answered, honestly.  “But I can try and find out.”

Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Shary Boyle

Sculpture can be so many things. So many different shapes. Colors. Meanings.Canadian artist Shary Boyle works across diverse media, including sculpture, drawing, installation and performance.Highly crafted and deeply imaginative, her practice is activated through collaboration and mentorship.While she works in multiple mediums, Boyle is best known for her porcelain figurines.Boyle’s work considers the social history of figurines, spiritual energy mythologies, and folk art forms to create a symbolic diversity uniquely her own.At first look you wonder what it is about these creations that makes you want to look closer.Boyle’s fantastical and frightening characters are indeterminately human and animal, male and female, and each one sends out a unique vibration that makes you appreciate her diversity.More of Shary Boyle‘s wonderfully unique art can be found at https://www.sharyboyle.com/.

 

 

Creativity is Multi-Dimensional

There is something about artists that is unlike most of the population.

We all do the same things — eat, sleep, love, laugh, cry. We all juggle ten things at once, including kids, jobs, cooking, insomnia, and more.

But artists are often so diversified when it comes to creativity. We mostly stick to what we know — or do best — but then after a while we get an itch to try something new. Different. Easy or difficult, it doesn’t matter. We just want to try one more thing.

Bloggers I follow such as Laura Kate at Daily Fiber and Eva Mout at Ursus Art not only shine in their respective fields, but have expanded to include photography, miniatures, painting, knitting, quilting, and a dozen more worlds. I myself have drifted away from writing the Great American Novel #7 to making sparkling crafts to hang in the sunshine.

The point of all of this is to assure you that it’s alright if you put your heart’s desire and life’s work aside for a while to try something new.

Maybe it’s being hibernated by Covid-19 or a stinging winter or temperatures so hot you want to melt that makes you squirmy in your seat. Makes you want to do something new. Something different. Something quirky or something conservative.

It doesn’t matter. You don’t need permission to try a hand at something different.

In the coming weeks I am going to highlight some of the artists I’ve already showcased to share another side of their creativity. To be honest, sometimes I’d find a painting or sculpture or quilt that I just adored, only to go to their website and find a whole array of different projects, styles, and explorations. How do you decide which to show off to your followers?

How do you decide which of your own talents to showcase?

Let all sides of you shine. Show off your work on your website, on Facebook, email your co-workers or have a show off party where everyone brings something new they’ve tried! 

Life is here. Life is Now.

And we all are creative. In every sense of the word. Even if your creation is not up to “professional” par, try it anyway! Show it off! Go for It!

You have heard of “Nailed It!” , haven’t you?

 

 

The beauty of the world…. — Purplerays

Such a beautiful, simple message…had to repost this evening….

via The beauty of the world…. — Purplerays