Friday, 18 August 2017
Reflections on the heart - #9.
We build fences around our hearts to protect them, but in doing so we create distance, and so hurt ourselves in the process.
It is difficult to be vulnerable. So much easier to throw up walls and build fences to keep people at a distance. That way they can't hurt us. The stones they throw fall short and the heart is protected from harm.
But if we don't let people get close, our hearts never change.
And something that never changes is not alive.
Wednesday, 16 August 2017
When I finished this page I wasn't really sure what it was about. There was a lot going on. But my eyes kept coming back to the red circle, sitting there like a target.
It is easy to be distracted. There are so many things clamouring for our attention, and so many people giving opinions or demanding our time, that it can be easy to lose sight of what's important. What are you aiming for? What is the target?
Whatever it is, don't let yourself be distracted from it.
Monday, 14 August 2017
Who lines the road on your journey? Who cheers you on?
I had no idea where this page was going. The black squiggle turned up early on and was quite dominating, although it felt uplifting. Once the red and green dashes appeared each side of the yellow stripe, I could only see a road with people lining it. That made me think about races and how people line the way, cheering the runners on.
If we think of life as a race, there are people who cheer us on along the way. Some of them are there for a season. Others seem to run alongside us and keep us moving in the right direction all through life. There are people who hold out water for us just when we need refreshment.
Who are your cheerleaders? And who do you do cheerleading for?
Friday, 11 August 2017
Wednesday, 9 August 2017
Transformation usually requires time in a cocoon. And we don't always remember that. We sit and wonder what is going on; everything seems quiet and nothing seems to be happening.
But it's all on the inside.
Change is happening, but it takes time.
And when that time is up and we emerge, we can finally see what a change has been wrought as we stretch our wings and fly.
When the dragonfly appeared on this page, I knew it was about transformation, and wrote that word on the page. But I left it open on my desk, and then realised a little later that the transformation needs time. Sometimes you have to wait even to transform the page :)
Monday, 7 August 2017
Friday, 4 August 2017
It's Friday, so it must be time for another reflection on the heart. (If you haven't visited before, I'm doing 50 reflections on the heart to stretch my creativity.)
Having read Lynda Shoup's post on thinking about your art as a literary genre, I described my work as autobiographical fable without the animals. And then I thought I should do some animals for a change. So here are a couple of whimsical slugs.
This quote from Henry Vaughan is something that I've seen in some people. This year has been particularly difficult in terms of lots of our friends having cancer scares, or accidents, or health problems. But one of the things I see is that they don't let the sickness take over. They rise above on winged hearts and refuse to let their illness or worry be all that they're about. They are an inspiration.
Wednesday, 2 August 2017
Here are some of the faces I have done lately. There's definite improvement from a couple of years ago. I've been practicing with ink in a waterbrush. You can't do fine lines and the lines you do put down you can't change. This is very freeing in a lot of ways. The results are more sketchy and you can work quickly, not expecting to get down all the details but more of a feel of the face.
The face above is copied from a photo that had extreme light and shadow. I wondered how it would look if I tried to draw that way. It looks a bit odd, but I think it has a certain charm. I'd like to give it another go, maybe with a darker paint.
I liked the drips on this page and didn't really want to cover them up, so drew a face over it instead.
This one is on the edge of a journal page. Doing half a face means you don't have to get the left and right to match :)
Monday, 31 July 2017
When you can't see the wood for the trees, climb up to the light.
This page came about when the turquoise lines on the right called out for leaves. Once they were there, I needed another tree. Where the leaves met overhead, it had me thinking about rainforests and the different levels of growth. A few low plants appeared, making up the undergrowth, and I could only think about wanting to see the light if I was down on the forest floor. How do you do that? Climb up a tree. And that's what inspired the journalling.
I find it is good advice whenever things are dark or shadowy - look for the light, whatever it might take.
Friday, 28 July 2017
Reflections on the heart #6 - the heart is fragile.
The heart is a fragile thing, easily broken. It doesn't take much of a weapon - just a breath, really. A breath used to hurl a word.
Words can wound the heart deeply, even break it.
Those who have been wounded before tend to shield their hearts, building walls and keeping others out, missing out on relationship and community.
All because of words. Words we wish we could un-hear. Words we may say and wish we could call back.
So watch what you say and don't wield your words like a weapon - they are extremely powerful.
Wednesday, 26 July 2017
Ripples in the water mean you don't always see things clearly.
What we see reflected back to us about ourselves is distorted. Others cannot see us as we really are because they don't fully know us. Even our own minds, our negative thoughts, can lie to us. So ask yourself how disturbed the water is when people reflect you back to yourself.
Sunday, 23 July 2017
This page started up in the right hand corner with a piece of National Geographic paper that had been treated with Citra-solv (part of a swap package I received a couple of years ago). I loved the icy look of it and followed through with the blues and greys, just having fun making marks, adding gelli-printed greaseproof paper.
I kept thinking about icebergs and how so much of them is hidden below the surface of the water. It is much the same with life. What we can see is only a little of what is actually going on.
If I see a parent losing it when a child throws a tantrum, I haven't seen that they've been up all night with a sick baby.
When I see someone drunk at 9 in the morning, I don't know that they've lost someone they love and don't know any other way to dull the pain.
Even when I talk with someone, I only see a small amount of what is happening in their life. I see and hear what they choose to share.
There are hidden depths in lives, including our own, so let's not judge. Let's think about he hidden possibilities and show compassion.