Sunday, June 28, 2009

Running Down a Dream

I try to make use of my everyday experience and incorporate it into my art, virtually anything and everything can become an artistic feast if you will only allow yourself to really truly, fully experience it!

A formula to exercise your creativity: Experience. Experiment. Indulge. Document. Report.
This is one of those fully experienced banquets I would like to share with you...

Do you have them? Have you seen one? When were you last there? Here...take my hand, hold on tightly now! Come along and follow me...step up to the ride, hand the gentleman your ticket and off we go into a wonderful world of colorful dreams!

Each and every night that comes creeping is yet another opportunity to begin a new adventure. As I have not one ounce of control over my imaginations, I enter sometimes unwillingly. You see, I would really rather sleep but generally am almost always very glad I did.

Go, I mean! Oh, there have been those rare occasions when Mr. Sandman met the Candyman (my secondary muse, btw) and all went awry, terribly, delightfully, frightfully, deliciously awry!

Why, it was just a few nights ago that I found myself squinting my eyes as I walked into a room so bright white I could barely see!

As my strained little peepers struggled to pull themselves open, to my amazement there were giant red and white peppermint type swirls all over the walls!

And let me tell you, it was tearfully, beautifully beautiful! As I'm sure you can imagine!

I slowly approached the largest one, which was on the wall farthest from me,

I stood directly in front of it, eye to swirl, then what do you suppose happened next?!

Well, I will tell you!

The swirl began to rotate and spin and twirl...

Around and around and around it went,

faster and faster, reeling and spinning so swiftly it was making me dizzy!

It revolved so fast that the red stripes and the white stripes spun into PINK!

PINK, I tell you! I rubbed my eyes with tight fisted knuckles, three times and ever so cautiously, slowly, slowly reached out with my right hand to touch it.

Do I dare? I pulled back! I just must! I reached out, yes I will and here goes!

As the tips of my fingers met the surface, suddenly I felt a warm and then sticky, but not icky, sensation and such a strange sensation it was. I automatically recolied and drew back my hand, attached to my finger tips was a long clinging ooey, gooey rope stretching

right back to the center of the swirl, just like taffy!

Was this really happ...but before I could finish my sentence,

the big glop of ooey, gooey pinkness fell from my fingers in a slow motion way and dropped with a plop to the floor! Where it immediately whirled itself back together and proceeded to flow right out of the room, around the corner and down the stairs!

Can you believe it? I know! Me too! What else could I do but run down the stairs after it...I wasn't about to let this sneaky little sucker get away! Running just a few steps ahead, I ducked into the pantry, grabbed the first empty jar I could find and waited.

When I heard it coming, I held out my arm, stuck the open jar under the very last step and swoop, quickly and quietly it flowed right in! Ha, Gotcha!

And just as I was closing the lid, I heard someone say in a low, far away voice,

Sandra...Honey...Are you awake?

Do you know where my socks with the RED stripes are?! What?! You have got to be kidding me!!

Now, I might have mislead you a bit in the beginning, as I told you it was all just a dream, but go as it goes and heaven only knows, least my fingers were crossed in the back! I just made it up, so don't think me silly! But wasn't it fun, aren't you happy you went? Come again anytime, my table is set and YOU are always WELCOME!

Visuals Details:
A variety of mixed media including, watercolors, acrylic paint, cardboard, decoupage medium, and two porcelain dolls I hand painted, one with a red cap and gloves, the other in a black polka dot cap and gloves, their bodies are made from black and white pipe cleaners twisted together and I dressed them both in vintage millinery flowers, with pink tulle ruffles.
This piece is published in the current issue of Stampington & Companies ARTFUL BLOGGING, May/Jun/July 2009. Be sure to pick up a copy to experience for yourself some of the most fabulous places to visit on the internet!

Monday, June 1, 2009

Through the Looking Glass

Isn't it funny how the more things change, the more they stay the same?

I recently came across some photos from my childhood, I hadn't seen them in a very long while so they looked new to me.

When I look at the happy little girl in those pictures, I think, yeah, I remember her...I remember that day, the sun was shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky to be found.

The things that made me happy then are still the things that make me happiest today.

Pretty dresses and fancy shoes, even though I wear sneakers most of the time and did then too when I could get away with it,

but a girl still likes a great pair of shoes!

Long walks with my dad in the snow, back when a day seemed to last an eternity. I would bombard him with the silliest of questions, "Is it possible for cotton candy to grow on trees? Could there be a cotton candy forrest some where we don't

know about? Can we go there? How do butterflies wings work? Do you think it is scary or wonderful for them the first time they fly?

I picked fresh daisies to wear in my hair and usually had Bandaids on both knees. I spent hours talking to my pets, making up games with my pal Bitsy, our chihuahua. He really liked playing dress up, he was a sweetheart and a patient little soul!

The yesterme was slightly on the shy side, I was very much the outdoors type, a girlie girl but a tomboy too, always curious and filled with wonder.

I have the tiniest flashes of recollection that still hold true today, my little Julliette is certainly proof of that!

Nothing was ordinary, all is extraordinary!

And everything and anything is possible! I used to tell everyone I met how I once rode a bucking bronco bunny!

And I did too!

At about age 12 I got Lobo, he was my best friend and confidant, he knew all my secrets, hopes and dreams, not to mention he was a very good dancer too!

I try to absorb life in a very whole hearted and passionate way

and do my best to squeeze out every last juicy moment!

Like sands through an hour glass, I exist as a slow steady fire,

fueled by burning creative curiosity,

sometimes waxing nostalgic,

yet anxious for what tomorrow will bring...

Living and loving...
as the years drift by like clouds full of memories,

just shower you with gifts!
Take a moment to remember your yesteryou and always have Joie de Vive!