It's complicated. No... no... not me, I'm not complicated (or am I?).... that is the name I thought might belong to this art. (I'm using the word 'art" loosely)
In the last week or two, it crossed my mind that I had not made my yearly heart art for the Valentine holiday season, so I played around unseriously at my art table a few nights. I tried several things, none of which I was enamored with when done. Does that mean they aren't really done? It might. I wasn't shooting for a masterpiece, just something fun. This one somewhat happened by messy art table influence. The black & white shards were leftovers from something else and they had not been considered in the heart art mix, till a few of the hearts I was playing with fell on top. Once my eye caught it, it became this page in my art play journal. It's a little messy and busy, but there is still something I kind of like about it. There is love there, amid the chaos.
These are the other "almost could have beens" I played with. It was fun trying to make something happen and although the center heart on the "word" page art changed many times, none of which I loved, I did totally love the sentiment I put on it. "Don't discount the value of Simple Pleasures". I pondered it a while off and on and concluded that this is the key to having a good and happy life, making sure to add one or preferrable more, simple pleasures to every day. Just focusing on the one day you are living right now and making sure it includes a few things that make you smile on the inside.
For me, it would be difficult, if not impossible to include wild and exciting things to every single day (although I made need to ponder that more too)....but the simple pleasures, that is totally doable.
Totally unrelated to the above, this morning I saw a poem on someone else's art piece. It was an art piece that was not for sale, but it had been used as an illustration in a poet's book. It caused me to think about poetry and how I sometimes wondered if I had some in me. I have written a poem or two in my life, totally unexpected, but all of the sudden the majority of the poem was dancing in my head. I thought each time "what is that???" and then realized it was a poem and dashed to write it down before it was gone. I've posted one or two old ones before, maybe a couple years ago. Even when they came to me, I didn't stop at the time and become determined to make pursuing them part of my life.
I've read before, more than one place, that some people think ALL the ideas for everything is out there in the air, in the universe, floating around. Sometimes they float to one person, but for some reason that person doesn't pick them up or let them in, so they continue to float to another person .... and so on and so on. It's kind of making it like the folks that have invented the fantastical things are the folks that were open to the ideas when they floated by and presented themselves. Were they the first person the idea whispered too?... or were they the fourth or fifth? That applied to artsy creativity and inventions and every other really amazing thing. It's always fun to roll stuff like that around in your head a bit, isn't it?
Anyway, about the poetry thing, my first thought was, I should gather a few poetry books and read and study and then I thought, do I want to be influenced?.... or just try to be open and see what comes through? (you know, if anything really does). So I will ponder it a bit and see if anything happens.
Let's say I give it a try and I post a couple of poems at some point and you think it stinks as far as poetry goes and although my art hasn't been your cup of tea, you find yourself thinking, "she should stick to painting or collage or something"...
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I know! I giggled to myself when I typed that, but I think it is not really the point, if you become or are extra good at everything you decide to try, it's just the act of giving it a shot that is the most important .... and the simple pleasures that it adds to your life to try it.
I just thought I was going to say it is nearly noon on this Saturday morning, but when I looked up I found it is 1:25 PM ! What?? That's crazy! However, it is gray and rainy here today, dark enough to make it feel like perpetual early morning. That messes with my head I have to admit. I am solar powered, so some things I should do may or may not get done. Like always, time will tell.
I hope you have been doing well and that your heart is happy.
