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Tumbling Out


The poem I wrote last week settled something deep inside me. It also opened a gate of craziness, a joyful one.  I wrote, I painted, I breathed. 

So, today, I’m sharing this post with Art for Fun Friday, hosted by Gillena at Lunch Break and Friday Writings, hosted by Poets and Storytellers United.  

For Art for Fun Friday:

A month or so ago I bought a package of canvasses of different sizes online. I didn’t read the descriptions carefully so disappointment was mine when they were delivered to our door. I thought they would be canvasses stapled to frames. Oh, well. Next time. They were cheap, so I kept them for those times I want to throw caution to the side and let the visual artist in me explore, experiment, enjoy. 

Wow, I really said that: artist. It did not come easy to believe.

Okay, back to topic. This painting is Exploration #1. 

Yesterday, I globbed pastels, crayons, and acrylic makers onto an 8x10 canvas. Yuck. Today, I turned the painting upside down and continued onward, painting with water colors and a bit of white acrylics. Fun!

For Friday Writings:

Who says wreaths

have to,

must always

be,

round

circular

a 360 degree line?


Who says?


Square.

Triangular.

Rhombus-shaped.

Imagine.


Who says.


So, what? 

-30-

Cheers, One and All! ❤️



Comments

  1. Luz the art and poetry Susieee. Thanks for linking to Art For Fun Friday

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  2. My favorite is a huge puffy wreath made from stiff chiffon fabric ... by my sister! I love your art and your words! Cheers.

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    1. Ooooh, a puffy wreath, I like that. You’ve got me thinking of Anne Shirley’s puffy sleeves.

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  3. I can feel the joy in all of this post – lovely!

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  4. Did you really plant those red shoes with some succulents or is that a picture? I love it either way and your other paintings. Your poem is wonderful and following its wisdom has taken you to the beauty that is uniquely you.

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    1. Thanks, Debi, for the kind words. Mama’s shoes had curled up so I painted them and turned them into planters, which, of course, I had to place under the box. :-)

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  5. Who says, indeed! And what right do they have? Love the poem. And, like Debi, I hope the succulent cuttings are growing in the shoes.

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    1. Thanks, Magaly! Yep, I turned Mama’s shoes into planters. So much better than tossing them out. 😀

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  6. Lovely exploring art ~ love the first one ~ with the wooden shoes ~ Xo

    Wishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,

    A ShutterBug Explores,

    aka (A Creative Harbor)

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  7. A whole new world has opened up for me, Liz. Old dogs can be taught new tricks!

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  8. Nice art and poetry -Christine cmlk79.blogspot.com

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  9. I love the joyful celebration of creativity here! Let those wreaths take any shape they'd like.

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  10. Those shoes made me laugh. There’s no place like home.

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  11. Art can be great fun. Imagination has no limits. I like what you are doing. :)

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  12. Mom nature says they must. Did you ever see a square flower?
    But Susie, you could draw/paint one that way. :)

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    1. A tulip is kind of square before it opens up. :-)

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  13. Who says wreaths have to be rhombus-shaped?! Enjoyed this post, Susie! And your painting process :-)

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  14. cool! I wmiled when I read that you turned the painting upside down and continued to paint. It worked quite well I think :)

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    1. Hehe. It’s my new thing now. Turn, turn, turn, turn, until I see what wants to be.

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  15. The shoe planters are so great and I see in the comments that they were your mama's so that makes them even more wonderful.

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    1. Sallie, I like to believe Mama’s Spirit’s thinks so, too.

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  16. Su-sieemac - so happy for you that you found inspiration and joy! You did not let disappointment get in your way.

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    1. Angie, do you remember an old song with the chorus “I pick myself up,/
      Dust myself off,/Start all over again.”? I feel that way.

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  17. Seriously therapeutic to be able to go full on creative and exhale! Glad you could do it!

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  18. Who, indeed? It's your wreath--have fun!

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  19. I’m a smiling fan of square wreaths and soulful succulent soles! You rock, Su-with-an-E.

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  20. This is a beautiful post and the art is excellent.

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