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Playing with my stabilo woodies!
I went straight into the fun today in one of my creative sketchbooks.
And it all came from a colour. A colour I created when prepping my pages for my visual journaling practice this morning.
Lemon yellow and sap green came together on the page to create a golden green colour that I wanted to explore more.
So I smeared it into my creative sketchbook and went from there. I’d seen Enas Satir’s Daloka- Girls’- songs pottery series and they made me smile.
Their facial expressions and just the black and white starkness of them.
So I took a smile and nose from there to create this piece which when I look at it, makes me smile.
Hey I’m all for sharing smiles, with those who see me and smile back!
just mercy
I love me a great film.
A film where black people are centred.
A film where injustice is tackled head on and over time is recognise and overturned.
Just Mercy, a film starring Michael B Jordan and Jamie Foxx, co-written and directed by Destin Daniel Cretton, is one such film.
I return to this film , which is a true story about the wrongful incarceration of Walter McMillan and how Bryan Stevenson worked tirelessly for his release, a lot when I want to feel hope. When I want to feel that all is not lost and that there is another way, or option. There’s always something else/other/more we can do/say{BE}.
The point is, not to give up. To not lose hope. To not lose love.
This extract from the script is a prison scene when Jamie Foxx playing Walter McMillan, on death row for a murder he didn’t commit, is trying to calm down his friend Herbert Richardson played by Rob Morgan whose execution is the very next day.
“Look at them pine trees that been growin’ since way before we was born, and gonna keep on growin’ way after we gone. They been through all the same shit we been through and more, but they still dancing in the breeze.”
This part stays with me. This right here is what sticks to my bones. That wisdom from nature. That guidance from nature.
Even while going through shit, and going through shit from time, they still be dancing.
Yes, to this. Yes to still living through it all on our own terms, in our own ways. and experiencing/ creating/holding on to the joy.
Come won’t you dance with me x
They want this heaviness to snuff our light out
As an artist, I feel everything. I feel what everyone else is feeling.
This heaviness is manufactured to snuff my light out. To destroy my hope.
As an artist I’m here to create hope. As an artist, I create pockets of hope. Safe spaces where we can create alternative worlds.
Safe spaces where we can be free, if only for a little while.
I’ve been forgetting my task. My service. I’ve been struggling under the heaviness of it all.
Do you feel it too? That heaviness?
I’ve been forgetting to take my medicine. That’s what artists can bring to the world. Moments of medicine.
Here feast on this image. Take a moment here, in this safe space, let down this heaviness. Breathe.
We be good, together.
Late night painting
First time working on canvas for about 3 years! It was good to play without pressure or to demand.
It was good to just let go and see what happened. Jumping int the unknown is getting easier with practice.
I found working on 2 canvases at once made them less precious, less important.
I suppose it’s that ‘not putting your eggs all in one basket’ mentality.
It was good to let go of control and the fear. I suppose this is the only time I chose ‘doing’ over {BEING}. When creativity is involved!
Keep going
Filigree
floating up the beach
ruffled by a north easterly,
fine intricate bubbles of air
cluster, froth to anyone else but
reminds me of Port of Spain,
the lace-like wooden fretwork of house gables and around porches,
Boissiere House, along Queen Park West,
gingerbread style fulfilling the fairy tale romance and fantasy of being home at last.
A 50 day streak
Yesterday marked 50 days of my creative sketchbook practice. 50 days of consistently turning up to the page to play and experiment.
What I’m learning is that I can trust myself to turn up for myself. I’m learning that my practice muscles can be strengthened. I’m learning that I love creating colour fields. It like what I create with visual journaling but different.
Here with these colour fields, there’s layers built up and then stripped back. Marked into. Scratched away to leave textures I like to see and feel. This practice is definitely expanding my palimpsest exploration and obsession.
I’m learning that I want this my creativity to be the main focus of my day and everything else is the add on, not the priority. Not the main meal. My creativity is my life source/force.
I’m practicing taking my creative sketchbook practice into my life. The attitudes, the risk-taking, the consistency, the trust in self and my art-making, these values and practices I’m carrying with me throughout my day, no matter who I come into contact with.
This creative sketchbook practice keeps me centred and focused on my feelings of joy and abundance. This practice keeps me present and checked in with myself, moment to moment.
On top of my visual journaling practice, this safe space of play and to {BE} me, is enough. Is more than enough to fill my day with bliss and connection. A practice that I’m finding opens up doors inside and outside of me, for me and others.
Not happenin’
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