create more art

so I will mark this one done… I painted two paintings last week, a watercolor and an acrylic.

My poetry is through the roof… writing several a day.

And my anchor art, divine as is the norm.

And yeah, Shakespeare this Spring and probably this Fall.

So, any more art and I might combust.

Doing just-right at this point.

it should be oodles of fun!

on my computer and made a clip, complete with Audio Carly Simon, naturally.... now I need to learn how to add words…. my computer sound system is not the world’s best, the audio clip was really quiet after the download and I can not adjust my volume, so I am not sure if it “took” or not… I may just upload to YouTube and see how it goes there…. if people can hear the music.

I might do that just for fun, to see.

I want to do poems with music and photos I have taken. I have wanted to do that for years and never knew how. If I had known how ridiculously SIMPLE the process actually is… ohmigawsh.

“Our house is becoming like an art gallery.”

I had put up some of my photos around the house, not in any permanent sense, but I wanted to feel their presence.

I wasn’t expecting a single comment but so far, everyone who has walked through the door has said something.

Next Friday is the Art Opening at the Empty Space. I am so proud of my photos there. People are coming up to me, complimenting me out of the blue and last night, one of my models got a compliment from someone he didn’t even know who didn’t know I was the photographer.

To see the look on his face was worth every moment and penny I have invested in this process.

OH! And a comment on flickr.com about the sun ray photo? “This photo is painfully beautiful”... yes, indeed. Perhaps one of the finest compliments I have received for a photo.

I absolutely adore the photos I took, combining Rumi with a secondary project…involving an art show at the Empty Space to go along with The Laramie Project.

I painted my emotions today, reflected on my experience of yesterday – in the moments when I felt like a stick, devoid of anything interesting texture wise or curve wise or filled-with-breath-wise.

“I felt like a stick up there!” I said to Brittany as we left rehearsal. “That was the worst I have done, ever.” She neither affirmed me nor contradicted me. She is a wise young woman.

I didn’t get any corrective notes, however, so I suppose the thought is ‘stick is ok’ but for me as a creative being, stick is not so ok.

I questioned my process. “Maybe this character is meant to be a stick. Maybe you gleaned something characterwise from being stick-like.”

I don’t think so. Or maybe I don’t want to think so?

I don’t think a stick would say, “”Some tugging at my heart for you held me back or you wouldn’t be here. But you are. That’s proof of my innermost wishes of hope and love and how they prevailed.”

I need to stew on this some more. The painting I created, I realize now, is my response to feeling like I was supposed to be a stick and doing the stick thing. The next time we rehearse that particular scene, I will create in a slightly different variation.

Sticks don’t have innermost wishes.

My character, in all her misguided and seemingly disgusting ways – does have innermost wishes.

Clumsy wishes, perhaps, but wishes nonetheless.

There is an awareness. Clumsy wishes. Better than no wishes at all. More voluminous and curvy, a bit messy and loud, brash. Clumsy.

I can work with that.

he wants to buy one of my photos which is on display at Burn the Witch. Isn’t this awesome!!

This particular style of paint is soooo suited to me. I love the control/not really aspect of it. I want the paint to have a mind of its own. For me, that’s part of the fun!

My first two pieces have turned out beautifully.

I am grateful.

I framed three of my photos I intend to enter in Burn the Witch yesterday and oh, they are beautiful – even more beautiful – framed.

I am going to be purchasing everything I need to complete my self portrait project for Burn the Witch… I am excited about that and also a bit nervous because I think I have overemphasized the largeness of it. Need to calm down a bit about it and approach it with the same playfulness I usually use to approach all my art.

Think of it, Julie (talking to myself) like morning pages.

Yeah, right. I am soooo sure I will do that.

I am completely enjoying the art of the one-sentence journal here on 43things. It feels stunningly artful and I am completely enjoying my entries.

I just haiku’ed, even though it isn’t Friday. More art.

I tried my selfies in a new arrangement again. I am thinking I need to print more out. Need to figure out what I want to do with them and how big I am going to go.

I keep asking myself – WHAT IS THE STORY?!

In the past 24 hours I have been getting the world “Vulnerable” as in the message of the past year is I have learned to be vulnerable and be ok with being vulnerable. I have not been hiding my vulnerability NEARLY as much.

I am preparing to be a guest on a radio show and in the interview sheet I am completing I keep thinking, “Sheesh. How to make this compelling – being truthful, authentic, vulnerable, creative and not sounding like a cheerleader or a person who has been hynotized and anesthetized by well-meaning “Happy Happy Happy” people. (Don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. I could be seen by many as a HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY person… but one of my lessons of the past year is ‘Ya know, sometimes life doesn’t merit happy. It merits being ok with being other-than-happy.)

Anyway – this all feels like creating art, albeit in a different sense than normal.

And if anyone is keeping count, I am getting off here in seven minutes. I need to sleep and I finally feel ready.