Posts Tagged ‘drawing’

The other night, as I was drifting off to sleep, inspiration suddenly hit me.  And I was wide awake thinking and planning and madly tapping ideas into my iPhone while hubby snoozed on beside me. (good thing he’s a heavy-sleeper!)

I want to paint my “plain-Jane-faux-wood-slab” interior doors. But instead of just painting them a solid color (like the traditional white doors of modern day homes), I want to paint designs or nature inspired murals.

Naturally, I have been scouring Pinterest for more inspiration. Have a peek:

 

 

The washed-out blue with the intricate designs on this door is beautiful!

 

 

 

Love, love, love the daisy! {duh!}

 

 

Source: google.nl via Pinterest

 

And this is a pretty amazing mural of a tree house.

 

I love tree-inspired art…I’m thinking golden Aspens would look pretty amazing on my entryway closet door!

Or what about tall, seeded grasses…cattails?!

The possibilities are endless! {If only time was too!}

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my  curly web

{filagree is fun to draw!}

With Autumn quickly approaching now (my young Oak tree in the backyard turned yellow overnight!) – I find myself inspired more and more by the whimsy of fall and Halloween.

This is a small illustration I did based off of a stamp I saw at the art supply store a few weeks back. I snapped a picture with my phone to remind me of my inspiration. I use my phone’s camera All. The. Time. for those little inspiring images that I find while out and about. Otherwise, I think my sketchbook would remain blank!

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owl
{something I made}

I’m getting back in touch with my inner artist. And, you know what? Creating is incredibly healing.

This is a mixed media canvas that I sketched for my daughter. My fave things to draw with are Sharpies and colored pencils…but I’ve never tried that on canvas until now. To get the darker, richer color (like the night sky) I broke out my old acrylics.

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What have you made lately? Artsy craftsy stuff or otherwise? I’m really into making my own stuff lately – food, cleaning supplies, even some natural skincare products!

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When it comes to writing, I take myself way too seriously.

Maybe you’re that same kind of writer?

The one who wants to be relevant, sound smart, deep, even waxing philosophical perhaps?

Yup, that’s me.

I am inside my head way too much.
I am a thinker.
Is that just par for the course when you’re navigating life using a writer’s brain…a writer’s soul?

But sometimes I just think way too much. I just need to write it out, whatever it may be.

And what do  I do in the many minutes, hours, days and weeks that I spend not writing?

Well, I spend a lot of time doing.

Doing mom things, doing wife things, doing other creative things besides writing.

I love creating so much that I considered starting up one of those artsy-momma type blogs. That’s one of those “someday” things though (like when they invent an extra hour – or five! – for our days). In the meantime, I create for myself and my family through photography, drawing (Sharpies & colored pencils make me giddy!), sewing, cooking and gardening. (Yes! I have way too many hobbies, but how can you pick just one?!)  Is there such a thing as a compulsive creator?

Anyways…I’m sure I’ll share some of those creations here from time to time.

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So what about you? What do you do in your “non-writing” time? Do you have any creative hobbies? Do those creative hobbies inspire your writing life?

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bees

Salem's Bee

My dreams were filled with bees a few nights ago. Not in a scary, swarm-like fashion, but in a beautiful, almost magical sense.

Twenty or so bees swarmed around me, at first, I was worried, swatting at them. The people around me looked at me as though I were crazy. That’s when I realized they were only visible to me. Some landed on me, and a few of the other people around me, they inserted their stingers into our skin, pumping golden fluid (honey-like?) into our bodies. There was no pain, no sensation at all. The others that the bees had landed on and “stung”, they didn’t even register a response. I wasn’t sure what the bees were there for, what they were injecting into me (& the others), but I did get the sense that it was important, and very good, and that I was very special to be able to witness it.

This bee dream clung to my thoughts throughout the day. Pressing me to investigate, to do something with it. So, I listened to my inner child and I drew bees. Above, I scanned this drawing, applied a simple Photoshop filter and cropped it down a bit (in attempt to add interest, but I think I still prefer the original).

I also Googled it (of course!) and found that bees are a very significant and powerful symbol. Some cultures believe bees are the link between the realms of life and death, intuition and the metaphysical. Others portray them as a strong symbol of community and communication, or as the symbol of the feminine representing fertility.

In all my years of dream interpretation I have always read, been told, and come to know that the best interpretation is the one from your gut. Afterall, it is your dream, and your subconscious is trying to convey a message.

I’ve always had a strong intuitive nature, and after my near death experience a couple years ago, that gift has noticeably increased. These more profound-type dreams enter my sleep much more often. This is the first dream I have had (that I remember, at least) about bees, and I think that the bees were there to remind and reassure me about my own intuitive gifts – that perhaps I really can “see” things that others can not.

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I’m struggling.

There is no other way to put it.

I created this life for myself, hoping that it would be right.  Good.  OK.

And, for the most part, it is.  Right. Good. OK.

But I’m still struggling.

I feel like I give so much to everybody else, that I have nothing left for myself.

I am a stay-at-home mom, struggling to find my peace and my way.

I am drowning in a sea of expectations.  Most of which I have set, mostly to please someone other than myself.

Somewhere along this journey of my little gray life, I lost what was best for me.

So, here I am – all grown-up, in my thirties, and I am diving into the murky depths of self-discovery.

When I think back to my childhood (in hopes to find some vague memory of myself – who I was) I remember writing and drawing.  All. The. Time.

My inner child screams to be comforted with the simple pleasures of writing stories and drawing pictures.  She is an artist, that little me (I am an artist, too).

I. Am. An. Artist.

And this, {graydaisies}, is my canvas – memoirs & musings of my little gray life.

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