Hi glittery dust- bunnies….
Because I work with glitter….I am always covered in it. DAILY someone says “oh you have glitter on you” or they don’t say that and I will catch myself in the mirror at some point during the day and I have glitter smack-bang in the middle of my snozzle or between my eyes (mystical!) or in my hair or….other weird nook and cranny places…what the?
I have decided to give up the glitter-checking and not give a hoot…in fact I am going to own it.
I quite often have paint and glue on my clothes and hands also and I am going to own that look also.
I AM ART WOMAN! HEAR ME SPRINKLE! SEE ME SHINE!
However….I did manage to go to the supermarket with a glue-stick dangling off my pants a few months back…a small child saved me…(up until then I was enduring several glares of amusement from adults…couldn’t work it out)….
“You have glue on your bum” said the little girl giggling…of course I was mortified at finding an entire craft product at said location….jeesh… Managed to tear it off…then had to feel around in case I had made a hole in my trousers….oh and so it went on….
Got home and then went to the bathroom….looked in mirror while washing hands…glitter nose? No…Glitter forehead? Nope. Glitter hair? Nada…but close….leaf hair….I had a giant orange autumn leaf on the side of my head. Thanks again adults, including supermarket check-out gal for informing me!
But then I thought…I have spoken to that particular check-out teen several times about my art and art in general and so maybe she just thought I was working with trees at the moment as my medium of choice?.
I am still the coolest.
I am still the coolest.
Again?…No, I don’t need to say that a third time….I got this …………………..?……………………….!
I’ve arrived back in my natural environment…..happiness. I feel….different. I am not the same. Creativity means something else to me now to when I tippety-tapped the keyboard to you months ago. I can’t even define what it is that’s different…I am drawing pictures for my children’s books, creating some work on canvas, throwing glitter about….but it’s like as I am going about doing these thing’s a voice is whispering in my ear…”I have an exciting secret!” and I am like “Tell me what it is!”…like a little kid…and the voice just says “You just keep doing what you are doing…all is well for today and that’s all you need to know for the moment”…then the voice says “I need to go to the store to get laundry powder and dog food”….well no it didn’t say that I just made that last bit up…because..I’m still a dork from Ork…and thank God for my dorkiness because that side to myself has kept me going through the stinky patches of late.Yay for laughing at yourself!
DO IT DAILY PEOPLE!
Or get that person to visit or even call you on the phone who can make you laugh or at least do something to ‘clear your toxic-sad-face air’…even if you think you are not in the mood whatsoever…you NEED your energy-lifters…those people…never ever underestimate their super-powers.
Ring one today and tell him/her that you love them….ring one today if you’re low and tell them that you need them to come to you.
Creative people have soooooooooooo much stuff inside….soooo much stuff that they want to give…express…do, before they beam-up. Soooo much sensitivity. Sometimes they can burn-out without notice. Sometimes they can ‘feel’ like nobody notices their own singular precious voice.
Save the ‘poet-of-expression’ in your life today!
Just call or call round and say “Hey dude…show me what you’ve been doing lately”. That’s it. That’s all it takes..to charge-up a creative soul’s crystal again.
xxxx I’ve missed you Moonbeams..lots of love to you and an almost-too-tight-hug…Trace…
So above is my latest doodle with a good dose of post-doodle applied be-dazzlement…(Hey!..I’m middle aged and the nights are long ok!?)
She’s kind of Scarlett O’Hara meets Copacabana meets a milliner with a penchant for unidentified fruit-hats. What the heck IS that?..A steroid-taking pineapple seems to have made a baby with a kumquat/ pheasant in some bio hazardous corner of my imagination. Moving on now…
To doodle (to me) is a very subconscious act. No rules. no limits, no pressure.
When you were a tiny child you indeed doodled with that beautiful care-free mind-set… randomly ‘drawing a picture’ is one of our first acts of primal artistic self-expression and ‘our paper’, our cute little piece of cave wall.
Throughout my pre-historic primary school year’s (1976 – 1981), I do recall that doodling was actually encouraged in certain work-books and upon your token topical-project on cardboard. I even had one awesome teacher who would encourage doodling if we were too tired, too wired, too hot, too cold, too distracted…pretty much every other day! Loved him. He would always meticulously go through our doodles and marvel and nod, smiling at our individual uncoiled expressions, then he would hang them up with peg’s on The Doodle Line or we could put them in our doodle folder or take them home. This activity always realigned the flow, calmed fizzy minds, set us free and made the class cohesive once again. Fifteen minutes of…no rules, no limits, no pressure…it worked wonders. And here’s the thing…not one kid didn’t want to do it, or said ‘I don’t know what to draw’….ever.
Years back when phones were fat and clunky and when they rang ‘Ring Ring!’ instead of ‘My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard’….a message pad and pen would sit dutifully beside the telephone. Actual messages could be found (eventually) a-midst a plethora of hearts, skulls, butterflies, stars, flowers, stick-men. The residents of the household’s names…full names..styled everywhichway 20 times over and…goodness gracious…snails…my Mother had an obsession with snail infestations.
If I was talking to a chum on the phone about perhaps a student in the class with a B.O issue, I might have doodled a complimentary deodorant stick to go with the…Anti-Stink-Pits…as a product brand name perhaps…?
If I was being forced to thank an elderly relative for a box of birthday handkerchiefs, I might of written…I KNOW YOU ARE OLD…BUT WE USE TISSUES NOW..(box of handkerchiefs being lowered into a grave…RIP…etc etc).
When I found out a boyfriend was two-timing me I remember drawing several furious vacuum cleaners with captions such as…YOU SUCK…ANOTHER ONE EATS MY DUST…VAMPIRES AND VACUUM CLEANERS SUCK..BUT NOT AS MUCH AS YOU DO…..DUST MITES ARE TINY AND SO IS YOUR….
Ahhh…bless…teenage angst and doodling…they need one another…
Adult creatures need to give this doodling thing another whirl…go on..all you need is a pad and a pen basically. Or you could go-to-town with multi-coloured pens and all sorts of alternative snazzy accoutrements…
Doodle with your favourite music on, candles blazing and a glass of wine…(ooooooh…romantic doodling…ooooooh), doodle while watching the TV show that you watch but don’t really watch, talking on the phone (retro), in a cafe, up a tree, at work..if you are stressed, blocked, or if you just need a floaty moment of day-dreaming.
So…scatter forth now my precious Moonbeams…get out of your head..and mindlessly doodle…because like a plate of salad greens and blowing bubbles….it’s good for you.
Love…Mamma Moonsparkle. Kiss kiss.