In the end, it’s not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away
I grew up before there was such a thing as a selfie. But today, it’s a part of every day of our life. Whether it is because we need validation in the form of likes and shares, or we simply want to capture a memory for friends or families, ourselves… it is a lovely medium that draws me in for whatever reason. They come to us in the form of friends, family, strangers, celebrities… they are candid or staged, sometimes both. I am not an art scholar. But I believe they are a form of portraiture… however flat, sexy, creative, narcissistic, innocent,, annoying, ugly, pretty… I will be hated and booed for my opinion but i stand by it… in my eyes, these selfies are art.
So many questions form in my head when i see a selfie. I have questions on everything from how they got those facial features to what they had for breakfast. Selfies inspire a lot of my art. Some of my faces are free form from a vision, others are loosely inspired by an photo i see. Then as the piece comes to life… i have even more questions. How is that not art?
In a portrait, you have room to have a point of view. The image may not be literally what’s going on, but it’s representative.
Where has the time gone? I go through periods when i can’t face the keyboard, my thoughts, the world. I doubt my worth and convince myself that i shouldn’t waste space on the internet with my words and photos. I make myself appear all artsy, and whimsical online, but in real life i sit in a cubicle all day, do my chores and go to bed most days. Nothing artsy or whimsical going on here folks.
But when i go back and read random old posts, i realize what’s here is exactly who I am. Writing here helps me connect with that person when i feel so far away from her. I can go back in time and revisit my happiest, saddest and most whimsical moments any time i want to. The time i spend doing what i love is rare and fleeting, but in those moments i have hope… hope that someday i will live as the me that i am. True North. Someday. Before my time is up.
I recently said goodbye to a very fine man, who really made the most of his time in this world. He was on this earth for a very long time, and he touched so many people… did so much good. I wish i got to know him better. My husband, this man’s grandson and namesake, was recently given some boxes of his old papers… a glimpse of the people he touched, the work that he did. Old letters when stamps were 15 cents. Old documents created before computer was even a word. He painstakingly gathered and documented his family tree, rivaling anything you could find on Ancenstry.com. I look forward to learning more about this man as we delicately explore the treasures he left behind.
I hope we will find that he lived his True North.
We are so grateful for the time we had you with us, Pop.
“A thousand times we die in one life. We crumble, break and tear apart until the layers of illusion are burned away and all that is left, is the truth of who and what we really are”
Today was a good day. . It was Friday.. not to mention, Casual Friday. I had a maple frosted donut. And a slice of pizza. Don’t judge me. I didn’t F up too badly at work for once. The sun was holding hands with a perfect breeze. I did some yoga. I listened to music. I did art. Family. Cats. What more could I hope for?
And then there was that. #lovewins
Seriously, I couldn’t be more grateful for a day like today.
Fairies, Rainbows and Love are on top, as it should be.
Today was a good day.
…and now i have stayed up so late drawing, today is yesterday and tomorrow is today…
May today bring you love, hope, peace, music, sunshine.
This mosaic of yellow moments from previous posts, was inspired by this week’s photo challenge.
p.s. the turtle photo is not mine. i have no idea who took it, but it’s one of my favorite photos of all time.
Paralyzed. Completely paralyzed by, I’m not sure what… fear? lack of talent? winter blues? Whatever it is, I can’t get the paint from the brush to the canvas. I can’t type a single word without being consumed by doubt and negative voices in my head. Even now, as I type my first blog post in months, all I hear are the bullies in my head telling me, give it up. Nobody cares.
I know I’m not the only person to experience this, yet I find myself feeling very alone on this island. Mostly because I know the obstacles I face are all within me, of my own making. There is no inspirational book, website or video that can help me. There’s no friend I can call for encouragement. There’s no psychedelic drug I can smoke, although that would be groovy. I know at some point I just have to put on my big girl pants and do the work.
But for now Little Orange Studio sits cold and empty, an occasional paint stroke here or there.
I’ll see you around sometime… hopefully soon… covered in glitter and paint.
A recent trip to Bar Harbor Maine, brought us to this pier one evening… sleepy little fishing boats resting up for a hard day at work. I can still hear the quiet nighttime boat sounds.
I’d love to see your nighttime pics! Join the fun here