Today, I felt a need to do some art, but the only art materials I had were henna…
So, I picked a new theme, and I gave it a go!
I am now utterly exhausted, and we are getting up in six and a half hours to go hiking… (I would have gotten an extra hour of sleep, had I not done the henna…, but, oh, well…)
My mom sent me this link this morning, and, having just watched the video, I am utterly inspired, and not for the first time by him, but more so than ever.
Super ❤ to this man and what he has given and continues to give to the world – über inspiration for me on the daily
I think I might quote him soon from this video, if not to others, at least to myself…
I want to share my art with the world, but that means I need to go ahead and create it already… 😛
So, as I have been considering lately, let us go ahead and plan it out into my schedule to have the allotted time for it.
P.S. Some days, we finish work at 11am and ask to skip practice after school, so we can just go home and eat and then go to bed before 5pm… and, occasionally, we have to have a tiny mental breakdown when a huge fly shows up above our bed as we climb into it to read just before going to sleep, and then, as we go to do something about it, the fly flies into us… twice…, and we can’t help but panic and cry and remember the last time something extremely similar happened, and beg the world to have this just be an odd, single fly on its lonesome, while we call Mom on speakerphone to tell her that we are tired and know that and so need to be told what to do…. and, finally, after having hung up a fly paper strip, checked the attic doors (and found nothing [phew!]), and rewashed our hands and hair, relieved, we can finally go to bed, still before 5pm, for some much-needed sleep…. though, hopefully, that it just a one-time thing from today… that would be a sort of dreadful regular thing to have happen…
Post-a-day 2019
How my mom and I started Thanksgiving Day:
Totally normal people, I know.
Post-a-day 2017
Today, I cried a decent number of times. I was exhausted, and still am (Therefore, I will keep this short.). However, I only want to reference one of the cryings right now.
A student gave me her small piece of art today, after I complimented it to her. As I was gazing at my newly acquired work of art, looking into the face of the person in it, I noticed that tears were starting to brim, and there was nothing to be done about it. It was beautiful, and I was responding in a way I usually do not respond to beauty, though understand and accept fully.
Now, I want that student to do a portrait of me, color and all.
Post-a-day 2017
The beauty of the human body never ceases to amaze me. The soft, homey curves, combined with the strict, angled, edged lines… I am regularly in awe at the beauty of it all.
My mother was in a drawing class at the community college a decade or so ago, and they did sketching of live models. I remember being in love with the charcoal-style outlines of these nude individuals. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to be so talented as my mother, and be able to draw these beautiful bodies, or if I wanted to be so confident and free as the lady who easily sat for 45 minutes in a room full of people (and remember that these people were practically investigating her body from all angles), wearing nothing. Truly, I think I wanted to be both.
And I still do.
In college, I almost got the nerve to ask about modeling for the art classes we had on campus. I even asked someone about it, and found out that those who modeled were even paid. For whatever reason, though, I never pursued it. I think I might have been quaking with fright on the insides, merely at the consideration of speaking to the art professor about my potential desire to model.
Now, all I do is think every so often how I want to be in an art class, so that I eventually can make such beautiful art as my mother used to make, and then share it with the world…. and also gaze at it myself. As of right now, I have several other things that come up more often as things I want to pursue, so I think I actually will pursue those… however, on second thought (more like thousandth thought), I’ll make another go at finding one of these drawing classes (I recently asked around about it, and it got me nowhere, so I was a bit disheartened after that. I think I’m about ready to do some new asking of new people who might be able to help, though.)
Well, that was productive. I’ll be sure to share about my art exhibit, whenever it happens down the road! Hehe 😀
hannah ananas 