She Flew….. {Six Word Wednesday}

Painting in progress in art studio

What’s your story in six today? 

🙂

 

I’m Not Creative! So Said She (or He)

crayons up close
credit: Pinterest

Remember when you were little and had that GIANT box of Crayola crayons and endless sheets of blank white paper?

Remember how carefree and happy you felt as you drew purple elephants, orange grass, and places no one had ever seen?

What happened?  

For most of us, being creative is a distant memory, and depending on where you’re reading this blog post, you may or may not be tapped into your own creativity any more… you know, that rush to draw and paint and write with abandon…

Why aren’t we all there? Why do adults lose that sense of carefree happiness that comes from creating? Why do adults eliminate creating/making from their lives?

Oh… because we have to ‘adult’ {apparently, now a verb in current vernacular} – all.the.time.

Ummm…. I Don’t Think So.

In fact, I get all outta sorts when I lose creative time to life’s To Do lists!

Balance.

  • Did you know being creative positively influences your health, including the decrease of stress, anxiety, and depression?
  • Did you know being creative increases productivity?
  • Did you know being creative makes you happy – or happier if you’re lucky enough to already be one of those smiling fools.  😉
  • Did you know being creative can be just plain fun??

*Research supports each of the above statements. I wouldn’t make this stuff up, I wouldn’t kid about creativity, and…. I experienced it firsthand, which I shared here on my About page.

Creativity “Loosely” Defined {or Generally Accepted by Those Who Study Such Stuff} is… connecting ideas”

But don’t believe me because I find calm, focus, and fun in writing and ‘arting’ ….  🙂

Check out these articles that share the wisdom…..

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Article: The Psychology Behind Creativity
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Article: The Science Behind Creativity

 

Then, join us on the Studios Facebook Page for some creative fun ~ online and in person.  Hope you’ll join us (and bring a friend… or two)!

The Poetry We Live

magnetic words on a fridge
Daily Inspiration….

I often stand at our fridge, looking at the dozens of words, all magnetized and waiting to be noticed, moved, and meshed into a poem or story. I wait to see what jumps out at me – combinations of words that take on a life of their own. A few months ago, four words stood out – each in its own place on the fridge, but each needing to be moved closer to the others. Here’s what they said:

The

poetry

we

live.

I moved them close together. Gave them their own space. Those four words have been there every day since, each time catching my eye when I walk by… and every time, I think, “What will the art look like that gets these words?” 

Truth is – I can’t limit those four words to one piece of art. Every day something happens, and I think, The poetry we live….

Recently, a dear friend texted to tell me her Dad was just diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. She knew our family had been through the cancer fight two short years ago and that I’d understand. I do. Sort of. I cried when I read her message. Stage 4 is devastating. She told me a few days later that they are fighting ’til the end. Fight the Good Fight, my friend. Fight the Good Fight. I thought to myself… The poetry we live.  And then I prayed.

Then last Sunday, I met up with a friend for coffee. While we chatted, I began to think, The poetry we live…. I could feel it in the words we spoke and see it in the people around us – rushing in, waiting for their coffee, checking their phones, hugging friends, and heading out into the gray Sunday weather…. It was kind of surreal, actually.

Fast-forward to today….  I was working on a piece of art for my mom. She sent me a picture of my youngest sister (grown woman with 3 kiddos) and her pig. Yes, pig! In the picture, my sister has recently returned home from shopping and flung her bags down in an adjacent chair. She leans over to pet her beloved pig. And I swear, the pig is smiling….  

You see, she (my sister, not the pig), after fighting cancer, decided to work on her Bucket List, which apparently included living on a farm/property with lots of animals, along with her husband and children. They are crazy-happy. As I neared completion of the first draft of the watercolor rendering, I thought to myself, The poetry we live….. And I smiled… 🙂

magnetic words on a fridge - the poetry we live
Daily thoughtfulness…

And so it goes – our lives are filled with poetry we write each day – those moments we live …. aware or not…. happy or not … all contributing to our story.

Have a great evening, friends… and — go live your poetry.

r.

 

NYC Fridge Poetry

 

fridge magnets in my kitchen, sorted
credit: @RobinLKStudios

 

As if peering out that 9th floor window to the NYC traffic below,

I see those magnetic words bunched, wandering, gravitating…. north, south, east, west….

Like NYC cars, the words move with purpose.

Noisily. Quietly.

Always with purpose.

Walls…. {Monday Motivation}

“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out,

but to see who cares enough to break them down.”

                                                                        ~ Socrates

original drawing woman peeking out of brick wall
credit: RobinLK Studios #WorkInProgress

Wishing you a Monday filled with people who break down your walls.

🙂

Grab a Hat!

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Grab a hat!

An urban slang expression… what does it mean?