storm
the wind plays wildly,
the trees find their voices and
sing their song out loud
the girl with the pink glasses
Isn’t she cute, my girl with pink glasses and earrings straight from the eighties?
I remember having a buckets full of them, all plastic with fabulous colors and dessins. I made this ‘portrait’ doing this great e-course right now. It is called ‘Lilla’s Art Recipes: Drawing Faces’. It is given by Lilla Rogers from Make Art That Sells. She is a funny and very artwise lady who designs all sorts of courses for artists both to advance their creative abilities and/or their businessqualities.
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wolves
I am a bit worried about Little Red Ridinghood now that the wolves are back in The Netherlands and serious about staying, so it seems. By the way, I am not talking about Trump.
anyone in need of some flowers?
Anyone in need of a bunch of red flowers in a pink vase on this rainy day?
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I will find you
Oh, darling, don’t worry! I will find you, even in the middle of the night with my eyes closed wandering a pitch-dark forest…
Put on your funny hat
I was feeling a bit morose this morning. I don’t know why. It’s Monday, maybe that’s it, although I usually like Mondays. Working for myself makes it a perfect day to plan my ways for the week which I like a lot. And usually I have time to make art which I love to do. So I couldn’t figure out my mood.
But I put on my funny hat and see what happened.
‘Feeling sad, put on your funny hat!’ can be the motto for today…
Bleeeeeeh….
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always a poem
black letters wandering around on this piece of paper
searching for their place
floating…
lingering…
strolling…
connecting to the colors
or to the white space
always a poem
Princess Carmine
Lately I find myself very easily distracted by all kind of thoughts, smartphoneshit and whatever comes around. What I miss because of that is time to create deeply from the core. I miss ‘listening to the Muze’. The Muze, at least my muze, is a voice inside of me that wispers her instructions very softly. So I have to be quit and concentrated to be able to hear her when she says for example: ‘take the red, put a line there, now work on big paper.’