I am getting my brain back into the 100 in 100 challenge set forth (as I found it) by Rowena Murllio. The insanity – create 100 projects in 100 days – that’s a project a day folks and while I started out in bold ignorance, I now humbly submit in full awareness
I have realised recently that while dance fulfills the deepest parts of my soul, it doesn’t complete me as a human. I am missing out on fun in my life because I’ve made my passion my work. Yes, I did clearly heed all of the warnings that told me this would happen, but I went recklessly forward making my passion my business anyway. Now I need “a hobby.” I also need a practice, something not meditation. Something that will keep me grounded and yet allow my inner “plays with finger-paints” child to get the attention she needs. This is what she has decided upon, and I am going to be the grown-up here and hold her to it.
It started simply – I used pictures I’ve taken from my life, pulled them into Windows Movie Maker and added a nice little soundtrack. It was a dedication to my Grandmothers as well as to the beauty in my life. Then I went to our annual “Summer Monastery Movement” and I was struck (as I always am) by everyone’s eyes and hands. I asked many and was graciously allowed to take pictures …macro pictures of people’s eyes and hands. I wasn’t (and am still not) certain of how I would use these images; of course my inner artist envisions a dream…but I haven’t achieved the skill level *yet* to accomplish the vision.
I recently began playing with crayons, colored pencils, brush pens and oil pastels again. I haven’t taken any of these items out of their assigned “Art Box” in ages, but recently I felt the need.
It started HUGE, I asked a friend of mine if I could do an “artistic reading” for her and she said, yes. It was childlike, “remedial” some might have called it, but I did it, and it felt good to do. I have thoroughly MISSED just doodling, coloring, adding color to a blank page and just seeing the effect of it all… for the sake of the effect and nothing more.
Over the last couple of weeks, the photographs of the “Sufi Eyes” have kept coming back to me, but rather in the form of poetry instead of images. So I began writing lines, lines about eyes. What do eyes do? What do eyes see? How do we perceive eyes? You get the point.
Saturday, this came out (the smaller picture at the bottom is the original drawing.) The final (we’ll call it the final draft for now… it’s really not finished, but I’m trying to scrape up 100 in 100 I keep reminding myself) is a mixture of the original drawing and two ‘eye’ pictures.
I edited all of the pictures in Photoshop and created layers, which I then manipulated, moved and combined to create the collage below.
Emotional Status: Jazzed