3 ways to resuscitate a painting you are not in love with

When I have leftover paint on my palette from a painting sesh I tend to use it up making backgrounds in my sketchbook or, in this case, on a piece of paper taped to the table. This one sat there for a few days; that brown was really disappointing me.

The plan had been to make a painting with it but I just wasn’t inspired, so I decided to cut it up. I thought I might stick the cut up pieces in my sketchbook and make a collage but then I found that tearing them gave them a nicer edge and made them into their own mini paintings.

Obviously there are a bajillion things you can do with tiny paintings; I have done a mere three.

1. Make cards. This one looks like a tiny watercolour landscape; it will make the perfect simple but pretty birthday card for a friend.

2. Make an Envelope of Joy. I use mine for payments for my Tai Chi teacher each week, but you could use them for all sorts of things. Pretty wrapping for a store gift card or some other envelope sized gift, perhaps. Or you could write a message on it and attach it to a gift as the card.

3.  Write little messages or use the shapes in the pieces to draw images. I wrote these to myself as these are the sorts of things I need to hear right now, but you could inscribe or stamp anything. I like the idea of giving these to someone going through a hard time, or leaving them in public places for people to find.

It’s very pleasing to turn a potential cock up into something lovely or useful.

What would you do with tiny pieces of cut up painting?

lessons

D makes art out of his learnings; I don’t know why it never occurred to me to do that. I don’t really consider this anything more than a doodle but it’s definitely something I’m finding to be true lately.

I did say I wanted to step into my power a few months ago; now the universe delights in giving me almost daily opportunities to practice it. There’s been a lot of cringing and wincing round here recently. And a few triumphs too. :)

The bit I like best about lessons is that once you’ve learned them, they don’t show up on your radar any more. The thing you don’t want to do is the thing you have to do to be free of it. There is a feeling of push-pull until you can let go completely. Then there’s a lovely space….

…for the next lesson to swoop in.

beach musings

I spent five hours on the beach today. I seem to be a little sunburned in the facial area, which I was not expecting in January in England.

Over the course of the day I remembered my Small Stones notebook, and a few words fell out of me.

I still feel weird about sharing them. Bear with me, I think it’s good for me.

 

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27 doodled hearts

because words are scarce

this morning

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there aren’t any dolphins

so I’m making them up

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the sun is shining the

crumpled water

but the air still pinches cheeks

and  sucks warmth from fingers

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the sun  is dropping by degrees

encrusting the stones with gold

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honing my thoughts and feelings

to a sharp point

is quite difficult

with this view

small and slightly delayed stones

I didn’t forget. Well, I did for a bit. Then I wrote several yesterday, and it’s interesting {to me!} how I feel more self conscious sharing a few words scribbled in a notebook than the ins and outs of my paintings. I love words; they have very rarely failed me, although lately it’s becoming more common as I shift inside myself to new territory that has no verbal language. It bugged me at first, but now I’m mostly just embracing it in a very trusting way. {Soon that word is going to lose all meaning from overuse.}

So anyway. Here are two of my small stones from the last couple of days. I’m cringing slightly {a LOT, actually} because they seem a bit pretentious but let’s just put that down to it being early days. K?

 

I was just watching the waves

and I saw a memory of a flash of yellow

and I realised that colours

are how I remember.

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I don’t think I ever saw

the value of the spaces

between words

before now.

The spaces are the best part.


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Good lord I’m not sure I can press publish! Also these were things I observed inside my own head, rather than actual physical things. So I’ve possibly gone off piste already. I will just take a short trip to the River of Stones website and see what everyone else is doing…

If you’re reading this I obviously got over myself. There were more but they turned out to be beyond even my capabilities to share.

I’m anticipating getting into my stride any day now.

not really a poem

It’s not really a poem, not really a manifesto, not just a list. The words came to me while I was on the beach and I guess part of not having a name for what this is is part of allowing it to be fluid, and not to become a set of rules or a to do list. Just to keep it simple and clean.

It’s that time of year when I seem to become more contemplative and introspective {if that’s possible!}, when I start thinking about the fresh start a new year affords and all that potential waiting to be unleashed. Yay!

So as much as I’m not into partying my way into the new year, I am into giving it to myself as an opportunity. I’ve been clearing out my home and myself on all levels, making space, and as always I’m approaching the turning of the cycle with anticipation and enthusiasm for the potential that next year holds. Or, more accurately, for what I can create on its blank canvas.

And these are some {very laid back, unpressured, non committal} ideas. Less a striving to be more and better, than a ‘what I might uncover in myself’, perhaps.

 

brain less, heart more

doubt less, trust more

fear less, courage more

resist less, allow more

‘yes but’ less, ‘yes and’ more

do less, be more

try less, allow more

grip less, breathe more

project less, moment-to-moment more

think less, feel more

judge less, accept more

denial less, truth more

‘should’ less, ‘could’ more

force less, grace more

succumb less, surrender more

achievement less, fulfilment more

give more, receive more

love more love more love more

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I’ll be choosing my word for the year soon; I already have a shortlist! It’s the kind of tune the geek in me sings to.