Creativity Begets Creativity

Introducing…VAGUE
(apologies to editor, designer, model, possum, bug and Ian Thorpe)

I am Aunty Art and Soul. I’ve been hosting niece Ruby (age 9) and sister Jennie (age not telling). We have two hours before I drive them to the airport.
Ruby says, ‘Let’s make a magazine just like POG.’

see previous post: ‘From POG to BLOG in forty years’ to discover what I’m talking about

Frenzy of paper, pens and paste of the non-Perkins variety.

VAGUE (well, at least the cover) is born.

VAGUE by Ruby, Jen and Sal (apologies to editor, designer, model, possum, bug and Ian Thorpe)

VAGUE
by Ruby, Jen and Sal
(apologies to editor, designer, model, possum, bug and Ian Thorpe)

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Yellow Teapot

‘confident of welcome in the world’

Teacup Period

I was in the heart of my teacup period.

Rhyming Cuplet 2

Rhyming Cuplet 2

This was a few years back. I met up with an old friend Clare, who lives interstate.  It turned out she had written a poem about a teapot.

I was immediately inspired to paint a yellow teapot.

Serendipity (dontcha love that word?)

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A Spiral Lets Itself in and Makes Itself Right at Home

Creative Love Exchange Revisited

I’ve joined the wondrous global Art Therapy + Happiness community.

My first task:

Create an Introduction Wheel, featuring the four Cs in four quadrants. The four Cs? Courage, Compassion, Connection, Contribution. Right up my alley.

The four Cs mean a lot to me. I spend days pondering how I might portray them. I itch to get to my art-making. Finally!

I carve out time and space. I ignore my list of Tasks-To-Do-Now-Or-Your-Life-Will-Topple-Over.  I am at play.

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The Creative Love Exchange

What is it? It’s when you stand in the flow of giving and receiving, feeling creatively alive. And it’s win-win-win.

You do something you love

You share it with others

They benefit – sometimes way beyond your reckoning

You receive the glow

You do more of what you love

One Leaf is Many Leaves

One Leaf is Many Leaves

I was sorrowful. It was the week of the Anzac centenary, destructive storms around Sydney, the execution of two of the Bali Nine and… the Nepal earthquake. Working as an art therapist in aged care, I see more Nepalese people than I ever did before in my sheltered Sydney world. They offer intimate personal care to the frail elderly here, while their families are suffering severely back home in the hills. A tough call.

I gave myself creative space – art-making time. I reached for the grey, allowing paint and tears to flow. I gave myself permission to not know, to not know how these pictures would turn out or IF they would turn into anything in particular.

grey wash of paint and tears

Painting, weeping, following the brush of my heart …. eventually, I noticed shapes and forms emerging.

A guitar appeared in one picture. Wraith-like figures appeared in another.

a wraith there

The paintings became more defined, more present. Crying stopped and thinking began. What if I were to bring gold and white decorations to the images? What if I could put them for sale on Facebook and donate the full proceeds to earthquake survivors?

But what if the paintings are no good? I don’t usually show my raw work so soon after creating it. What if no-one likes this idea? What if it’s crass to mix money and Facebook friends? Continue reading