Where Has the Time Gone? – Weekly Photo Challenge: Time

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”

~TEAL SCOTT

Goodbye Poppy Time

xo skyblue

Peace, Hope, Sunshine – Weekly Photo Challenge | Yellow

May today bring you love, hope, peace, music, sunshine.

xo skyblue

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.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Nighttime | Fishing Boats at Midnight

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.

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I’d love to see your nighttime pics!  Join the fun here 🙂

sleep tight.

xo skyblue

Ode to Orange… and a Father’s Day Wish

Ode to Orange

Some would argue the best color in town is red, or blue, or green.

Others might say its yellow, pink, or purple… or in between.

But as a self-proclaimed color whisperer, i dare place one color above them all.

Orange, you have won my heart.  When I’m with you, I have a ball!

You are the color of my favorite soda, my favorite scarf, my favorite room.

You’re always warm and cozy, and in the fall you glaze the moon.

You are the color of Hostess cupcakes with that delicate white filling.

When red is too tired, and blue is too blue, you are always willing.

You are the color of so many of the delicious foods we chew.

Carrots, peppers, pumpkins, and Cheetos… just to name a few.

You are gentle when you need to be, always energetic and brave.

You are the color of the sun that brings us each new day.

You feed us, protect us, sooth our soul…   depending on your hue.

Flowers, butterflies, basketballs, and that fruit they named after you.

You’re a fashion diva, a style icon… all the bloggers say so.

You are right at home with any other color of the rainbow.

The love child of red and yellow.  They made magic…  and you were born.

And who could forget, that you are roughly one third of candy corn.

There are some that think you’re crazy, too bold and much too loud.

But there isn’t another color out there that makes me feel more proud.

So now you know my secret, I love you, Orange hue.

Orange you super glad I wrote this little ode to you.

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Mini Ode to My Dad

There’s this guy they call Captain Orange… and everybody knows

that he and Orange go way, way back.  He and Orange are bros.

Captain Orange is my hero, my rock, my heart, my home.

He is the reason that I have been blessed with life.  So no matter where I roam.

He is always there to save the day, even if we are miles apart.

I hear his voice, he holds my hand, he encourages my art.

He’ll say say he didn’t do enough…  he’s a humble, hard-working guy.

But truth be told, he’s the one who taught me how to survive.

I see my dad in every orange sunset, flower or mushroom.

Past the sky… Happy Father’s Day, Dad.  As long as I have Orange, I have you.

xo skyblue

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, TO ALL THE DAD’S!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Work of Art| Lions and Tigers and Pancakes, OH MY!

My niece came to stay overnight last weekend, and we had the nicest time.  At least I did, and I hope that she did.  We don’t have her over often enough, but each time we do I adore her a little more.  I admire her energy, her sense of humor, her maturity, her heart.  I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m a kook… but I don’t care. I am a little kooky. I just like to see her being a kid, and discovering things, and having a good time.

mariah at the lakeOur weekends with her are usually much more active than we are used to, but it is invigorating.  I love how tired I am when she goes home.  She’s like a personal trainer!  LOL.  I love to look back at the pictures of our weekends together.  She really enjoys being with Uncle Wes… playing video games, learning how to chop wood… but I was elated when she asked if she could paint something.  She was hesitant… wasn’t sure what to paint or how to go about it, or even if she wanted to.  But she got past that (with a little nudging) and what emerged was the most beautiful painting.  She has loved tigers since I can remember… now she has one… her own work of art.

Mariah painting TigerShe also made chocolate chip pancakes for us… each one it’s own adorable work of art.

mariahs pancake artWhat artsy types of things do you do with the little one’s (or not so little one’s) in your life?  If you’d like to show us… join the challenge!

xo sky blue

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Money for Nothing | Believe

If you have been a regular reader you might be able to guess my dream job. Many might not call it a job…being a full time artist.  But there are indeed many people out there that do call it a job.  Because it is.  And work hard they do. Especially so, when the money is depended on for health insurance, food and shelter.  Art doesn’t often come with a weekly predetermined pay-check. Some artists of course have the wonderful fortune of someone supporting their basic needs while they get started and build their work space and body of work.  Art of any kine, can be very time consuming work… so time is certainly helpful.

However many, many more artists (as today’s WP challenge suggests) are in the position of needing to maintain a full time job (or two), and a great percentage of those are also caring for children, elderly parents… the challenges can be endless.  It may be a little more difficult, and take much longer… but I am a believer that it is still possible to become a Professional Artist, making a living partly or solely with their art. I didn’t always believe that… i didn’t have any idea that was possible.  But while not easy, I do know it is certainly possible.

In whichever form the art comes (musical, visual, literary…) the artist is also likely to be a very visual person (or hyper-sensitive in one or more of there 5 senses).  In other words… the environment and all it’s elements can play a huge part in your work and how it flows out of you.  Again, many artists have an ideal environment to blossom as an artist… while others learn to adapt and put stuff out there no matter what their surroundings might be like.  I have a very good fortune of a modest space in my home to devote to my creative habits.

At this moment I make art purely because it’s my passion… was since a very small girl… I just veered off that road when it was time to become a “responsible” adult.  And not having been able to have children, it is my therapy and somewhat fills the spaces in my heart that i had intended for motherly purposes most of my life.  (If that makes any sense).  So sure, it is painful that I am not a mom and/or full time artist, and I definitely have challenges with maintaining the energy to give what I feel is necessary create in the capacity i wish to.  However as I mature a little, and see how delicate and short life is…  it’s more important to focus on which part of that i can participate in.  So I do art, and feed my creativity whenever I can, in whatever way i can.  The more I embrace that concept.. the more I feel I am coming closer to the fulfillment I long for.  I will always have days that I just can’t deal with the thought of not being a mom… but more often now, I can embrace the fact that I don’t have kids, which means I have no excuse not to find time for some art.  Even if it can’t be every day.

I love to write as well.  Also a big time sucker.  So you might see spurts of blog posts and spatters of art, and then nothing for a while.  But hopefully you will always continue to see it, at least now and again.  Because if you don’t, I either gave up… or I’m part of a piece of pottery on somebody’s mantle.  And an artist, deep down, always hopes someone might like them… before that happens.  🙂

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Is there anything in your life that you may have put aside for a while… but that you would love to get back to… and dream of even doing full time someday?

See more thoughts on this prompt, and share yours, at The Daily Post.

xo skyblue

Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie| Don’t Hate my Duck Face

Selfie:A strange phenomenon in which the photographer is also the subject of the photograph, in a subversive twist on the traditional understanding of the photograph. Usually conducted because the subject cannot locate a suitable photographer to take the photo, like a friend. ~Source: The Urban Dictionary

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I started this post last year and just never quite completed it.  Seeing this week’s photo challenge reminded of it, so I thought I’d finish it up.

I don’t personally take many #selfies.  The photos you see here are a few that I have.  The truth is, I just really like #selfies.  And for some reason, I can’t stop studying them.  I see them from an aesthetic, expressionist, perspective… as an inevitable product of the digital, media-centric age.  i don’t take them too seriously, yet i am visually fascinated by them.  I am intrigued by the phenomenon and its creative evolution. #selfies are a form of self-portraiture… an artistic genre that has been popular since roughly the mid 1500’s.

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While I would lean toward views of an underlying, or outright narcissism in regards to the #selfie, this quality can be healthy and beneficial, when practiced in reasonable and relatively limited doses.  I have always been curious what it must feel like to have the confidence to look in the mirror, or at a photo of myself, and actually like what i see – physically… like it enough to blast it all over Facebook and Instagram.  That type of confidence is foreign to me.  I really have no idea what that feels like, since it has quite literally never happened.  Friends and family, and even kind strangers would tell me it’s purely a lack of self-esteem.  And in response, i would say… “yes it is about 50% that, and about 75%… “i do not have the looks or the body to even think about putting myself out there without being pummeled with insults”.

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But a #selfie taker, at that moment they are snapping and posting their photo,  must be experiencing some level of that confident feeling.  I imagine one’s personal thoughts at that moment might range anywhere from:

a.”look at me, I’m not creepy, I have good hygene, hire me” to…

b. “look at me having fun, drinking heavily, looking tan!” to…

c. “don’t act like you don’t want some of this…!” to…

d. “duck face.”

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I initially found myself unwillingly surrounded by #selfies as I patrolled Instagram for art, and photography (The social media site that has had my undivided attention since the introduction of high speed internet and mobile devices).   But more recently, i am drawn to them as a form of creative expression.  As inspiration for outfits and gestures for the naive-portraits i draw.  I also ask myself honestly, if it was possible for me to like what i see in the mirror, would i engage in the same activity?… If I answered honestly, I would say, Probably.  Why not? In fact, I have (extremely hesitantly) engaged in at least level a., if not occasionally in level b.  And most of us who have any type of online presence probably have at some point. I know and love many people who practice full on level c and d. #selfies. And I am not ashamed to “like” them. My photos and art, whether specifically self-portraits or not, are just as much “about me”, as any #selfie photo i see on Instagram.  It just took me longer to make it and it’s slightly more anonymous.

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My purpose in writing this post, is not to express any judgement of the #selfie or what anyone shares online. It’s simply to light-heartedly notice those that succeed in catching your eye… regardless of the perfect six-pack and the number of hottie-hearts it generated.  What is the photo really capturing?  What comes through?  What are they hiding? I have always been fascinated and inspired by portraits, and self-portraits… of all styles, genre’s and mediums.  I have also always loved beauty and fashion… but don’t expect to see me wearing the latest designs and hairdo’s.  I did enjoy some of that in my more youthful years, but these days fashion is a painful afterthought.  As a hopeless introvert, I am very comfortable as the wall flower, the people watcher, the voyer to fictional personas.  I am happy to be a humble observer in this #selfie mania… to imagine what the person could be thinking, and who someone is behind the mask of that image.  I find #selfies to be among the many (while quick and easy) forms of self-portraiture and creative expression… an expression of sometimes deep and inward, sometimes practical, and often times shallow and self-centered motives… but regardless it is capturing a moment of a person’s existence.  It’s important to that person for whatever reason, and that’s fascinating.  And, it is out there in front of the entire world… forever.  Powerful.

I began sketching a lot of naive portraits and #selfies without thinking about it much.   I do my best with the little formal education I have to capture facial expressions and gestures, while embracing my lack of skill and artistic knowledge and just have fun with it.  It wasn’t until I saw some of my sketches laid out and in print, that I thought about why I chose them as a subject and decided to write about it.

Share your #selfie thoughts and photos!  Get crazy creative, and as dolled up as you like!  Nothing wrong with feeling pretty… and flaunt it whether you’ve “got it” or not!!

Join in the challenge here!  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/02/07/weekly-photo-challenge-selfie/#more-68713

xo, skyblue

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~selfies by me.  Sketches by me. 🙂

Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition | Toolbelts and Daisies

My husband loves this word… Juxtaposition.  And by “loves this word”, I mean… he mostly likes to make fun of it’s common use in the artsy realm.  He’s got nothing against this realm.  He would just much rather build robots, or make stuff explode with his pellet gun.  And he likes to find any silly reason to use the word “juxtaposition” in his sentences and daily banter.  It’s part of his funny way of entering my world for a few moments in his busy day… where he might stop and hug me and make me laugh.  We bicker a lot, like any couple would, but it always comes back to laughter.

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We, him and I, are in fact… a juxtaposition… of epic proportions.  We couldn’t be any more so.  Him with his power tools, technical savvy, and “guy” stuff…Me with my paint brushes, and belly dancing, and “girly” stuff… we are just that.  Juxtaposed.  Our personalities are very distinct, but somehow complimentary spices in our recipe… our relationship.  It’s peanut butter an jelly.  It’s apple sauce and pork.  It’s red wine and pizza. It just works.  I am not sure if it works because we are opposite, or if it works in spite of it.  Maybe it’s because he can cook. And I am terrible at it.  🙂  But don’t get me wrong… this little juxtaposition we have going on here can be incredibly frustrating and utterly exhausting. 

PB & jellyIt terrifies me knowing that someday… one of us will inevitably go.  Yup… that’s just part of it all.  Morbid, I know.  But I hope until then, this juxtaposition will be strong enough to withstand life’s tumultuous, yet so very delicate nature.

In the end, it’s the one that matters most.

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This post was inspired by this weeks WP Photo Challenge.

Graveyard Photos: walking with my friend, also my belly dance teacher, in a cemetery near her house… Probably taken with one of my digital cameras. 

Other Photos: stuff in my house.