I am lucky to have a lot of friends and
acquaintances who are creative and I have been really appreciating and admiring
that creativity lately. They don't all make things, but they all live and think
and problem solve creatively and come up with projects they want to do in their
spare time. They make me feel like a sham.
I miss throwing piles of wood around and
dragging pieces of garbage to the metal shop to take them apart and put them
back together again in a different way.
I like that building my own stretcher bars and
stretching my own canvas makes my hands and knees hurt for a week.
My fingers used to bleed because I drew so
much.
Next time I need a bookshelf I am going to
build it. I think I needed one a couple of years ago, but the piles of books
and magazines haven't started falling over yet. That'll be my indication.
I do have plans to strip and refinish a metal
cabinet I found in the trash and I am in the midst of "renovating" a
room in my house.
The things I am most interested in are things I
haven't figured out how to discuss out loud. I'm quiet a lot and stare
out of a lot of windows and up at a lot of ceilings.
I've been writing lyrics that give heavy, heavy
nods to some of my favorite songs.
Birds don't care about my problems...neither do
waves. I look to both when I am feeling discouraged.
I've been recording myself beat-boxing in the
car about my name and where it came from.
A friend asked me to be in his superhero themed
art exhibition and I said "no I don't think my work would fit." He
totally schooled my closed mind and gave me a brilliant idea. I wish I had said
"yes, of course I'll be in your awesome art show" the first time around
instead of the second, I just needed to do a little research. Lesson learned.
I love being devoted to paint, and don't think
I have much of a choice, but when I go home at night I want another creative
endeavor. I do like to write - I need to do more of that (this).
I like watching others
work together to get to a magic spot. I want to start working on projects with
other people. Like a band.
I'm a ramblin' gal, and you're a patient
reader.
Love,
Bea
