Color Study clipped from Elle Magazine.
Making notes about what love isn't. Thinking about the labels of heroes and victims and blamers and how silly that ladder of elitism can get.
While I was waiting for paint to dry on this background I found a message from Alissa on my Facebook Page with this Rumi poem. It fit in so perfect, so I added bits and pieces of it that stood out to me.
I wrote on my art journal page that the poem is by Hafiz, but it's not. It was early morning as I worked, and I guess I just got my mystic poets confused.
The rebel-ness reminds me of this sanctuary.
The stars came out in a flit of a vision.
The colorful dots were packaging from a new sample paint kit I got for myself. Colorful paints were on my want list and this will allow me to experiment with which colors I use the most of us so I can invest in bigger tubes. This is thrilling to me.
A collection of secret messages cut and pasted. They all have gloriously hidden meanings for me. Crazy in love with the idea of Red Rover and daring myself over into the wild wonderland where crazy most wanted characters like the Mad Hatter reside.
Working notes: One Republic lyrics.
Working notes: Color study from my scavenger hunt at the mall. Remember?
Words emerged during an insightful conversation with a friend.
Notes along side read: Suspension of disbelief required. The writer, in flesh and on paper, will consider this a worthy challenge.