Ice covered walkways and white frosty limbs…
Sun sparkling, at play through the crystal trees…
Diamonds glisten in the warmth and drip to the earth’s floor.
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Rhythms of Life
Just like in music, part of the rhythm of life includes the rests. A rest in music is the time (or times) where a silence or a pause in the active singing or playing of a note occurs.
This spring I came to a rest of sorts…I did not actually stop doing everything, but I took a break from my usual routine. It gave me time to welcome new family, take a great adventure, and travel. The rest provided me with new experiences, influences, images, and perspectives. As summer ended, I had reflected, regrouped, and was ready for new goals, projects, and a new regular routine.
As an artist, I gathered many ideas, inspirations, and influences for many new designs and goals. Everyday there is work being done in the studio to prepare for a new exhibit…(more about that later)! I am creating several new pieces, each in various stages of the creative process~~
Sketching an idea…
Piecing and composing an image…
Or adding details with threadpainting and quilt lines…
So the notes are being played again, the rest was in an earlier measure.
Now the music I am playing is greatly enhanced ~~such are the Rhythms of Life.
**What are your rests in the rhythm of your work and life? What gives you that forward movement towards your plans and goals?
I will be posting new art regularly on my blog and in the website gallery as pieces are finished!! Thanks for your Visit…
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Inspirations***Snow***
It is still a magical time for me…that time when the first snowflakes begin to fall.
Each one silently floats to the earth until a thin covering of white touches the ground, the porch, and the trees…As if someone was sifting powdered sugar over the earth.
The lines of the outdoors becomes visible with the sugary coating…the tree limbs, the bushes, the cars, and the old bicycle behind the shed.
While the indoors feels warm and cozy…a safe haven from the elements.
It is a time of quiet, of reflection, of contentment…a time of being home.
***What gives you a time of reflection, which in turn feeds your art…or your life in general?***
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