Well, it's finally happened....

 my mind has run-a-mok!

I think I think too much.

My head exploded and out poured 100's of ideas, images and patterns.

 I opened my mouth to speak and instead of words,

swirling color and popping lines poured out.

 

 

I started too many projects lately instead of finishing any.
I have started way too many pages in my sketchbook without finishing them...
I have started at least 4 watercolor mandalas, I have 3 acrylic canvases in the works, a doll, a stuffed bird, an embridered hoop, some paper clay figures, 3 videos and soooo many ideas for rocks and art and more.
Yes, there's more, I just don't want to face up to it!

I haven't finished any of it.

Some are close to completion, most are not... It reminds me of a line that William Hurt said in the Big Chill, which I have to admit, I watched close to a hundred times years ago...."I'm not hung up on the completion thing."

It could be because the river is so unusually low that my spot has all but turned to dirt with just a thick layer of dried algae where water flowed.

It could be that lack of sleep has made me manic.

I had to look up the definition of manic after I wrote that..."overexcited: in a state of unusually high excitement especially because of tension."

well maybe....but not quite.

 

What do you do with all your ideas when there will never be enough time to accomplish even half?

 

 

Colorful messes

Chaotic creation or

a lack of focus?

 

 

I will finish something and post it soon, I promise!

Linking to Paint party friday and Haiku my heart! see ya soon...

Small magic in a white feather

Here's the video I made for you and tried to post last week....there's a few spots I'd like to fix but it's done so I'm leaving it as is, it's a learning experience, this movie making.....

 

 

If we own a place,

Does it own us in return?

Our stardust remains.

My deep thought for the moment.....

So this week, i drove over the bridge, and looked over to "my spot" on the river, and i started wondering why i feel as if it now belongs to me, and if it does belong to me will there be anything left of me there when i am gone? Does a part of us linger in a spot we have spent time at? I love an old home that's been lived in , old books well worn, old loved dolls,and i am drawn to the cemetaries.... is it the remnant of other lives left behind?

 

Synchronicity is the experience of two or more events that are apparently causally unrelated or unlikely to occur together by chance, yet are experienced as occurring together in a meaningful manner. The concept of synchronicity was first described in this terminology by Carl Gustav Jung, a Swiss psychologist, in the 1920s.

 

Contrast of hard rock

against white lace, old and soft...

Synchronicity.

 

I am linking to Haiku my heart, Artists Play room as my word was lace, and Paint party friday. Have a great week everyone!

white on white

A crochet rock from my mother.....

my latest painted rock.... 

shades of white....

white on white....

and a new work in progress....

linking with Whats on your workdesk wednesday.... even though i don't show my messy desk this time, i did have these rocks on my desk while i worked....

Argh!

good morning all,

I had planned a different post today... i made a video of clips from playing at the river and making art and it was all slow motion and calm.... but it was not to be for today. It's stuck somewhere in the frustrating virtual world of google, yahoo and you tube. I have wasted too much time trying to find and fix, enter yet another password and post and I give up for today. Instead here's some calm photos and my haiku...

The river soothes me

water flows over my toes

problems disappear

seeya!

So glad it's friday

Around here sleep, or the lack of goes in streaks, my son either sleeps great or sleeps only 4 hours or so a night. This week we got very little sleep... so I am a bit less alert than I could be as I write this... I'll talk less and add more photos to make up for it...

or maybe I will use other people's words... Spadoman had this to say last week, and I loved it...

"I love the rocks and stones. They are the Grandmothers and Grandfathers you know. They have been around for all time and have seen everything that mankind has done. They have all the wisdom we might desire. Hold them in your hand and ask them what you need to, they will answer. They will take your problems and troubles from you and carry them beyond the Star Nation. To have a reverence for the rocks is a good thing."

I love the contrast

of fine delicate white lines

on hard solid rock.

A couple people asked what I was using for paint... well I tried white  acrylic ink with a liner but ended up drawing with a white gel pen. They will need to be sealed but I haven't gotten that far yet.

And .....then I have some photos my mother took of some rocks stacked by Bill Peisher, a friend of ours. I knew he was stacking these in front of his house but whenever I would be by there they had been knocked down by kids. So until my mother took these photos I had no idea how amazing his stacking was...

My mother secretly, well secretly until she recently fessed up, left the crochet rock on his stone.

There will be more to come as I can't stop drawing on rocks...

share the joy

Every thursday a group of people gather here to share their joy each week....

I just wasn't feeling inspired to do these Everyday matters challenges...Either it was the sketchbook that wouldn't take water... or the subject matter, I don't know. Now that I am back to a new visual journal I am so much happier. I just love being able to add watercolor to my sketches. These first two are Everyday matters challenges ....

 EDM... draw your hand

this EDM was to draw your glasses I think

So now, even though I was in court alot and  I sketched there... at least I am drawing whatever I feel like (which brings me JOY) and adding color !

Come back tomorow... and  I will have a post with  another thing that brings me joy lately.....my rocks...