I thought this was a perfect illustration for my post this evening.
Originally, I was only going to do the woman’s head (see below), but I decided to add a body because I wanted to practice poses. The girl was done in Illustrator and then I added the photograph of a book because I was too tired to illustrate the book myself (haha!). Continue reading →
We weave the pattern,
Love dwindles, or ripples out,
It is in our hands.
As you can see, I’m still experimenting with my portrait/visual communication ideas here. This is actually a fun and entertaining way to spend my “at home” time, but I still find myself rushing to get things done as if there is some deadline approaching.
The colorful silhouette (if you can make it out) is my 8 year old grandson who will soon be 9. I had him pose with my hat several years ago and I’m still finding a use for the images.
Anyway, he was eating candy (I seriously must enjoy watching my grandsons eat!) so I did some rearranging to make something new. It inspired my haiku as well, which was written for the Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: Dwindle & Ripple.
The bottom line: The future is in our hands! This needs to be a mantra right now because in these parts of California it doesn’t feel as though we have much power. We need to stay positive and know that it is there, we just have to work a little harder. Besides, love is always at our fingertips… no matter what.
Stay positive!
—Janet
p.s. I’m also busy on the sidelines, trying to work out the kinks in the new collaboration site: Out of the Ashes. I hope that some of you will check it out and either join us as a contributor, or as a follower of our blog updates.
But there’s a “Me” in Mentor.
First of all, I wanted to share at least one of my school projects here. I’ve butchered it now, but before I made the edits it was the backside of an album cover I created. I haven’t been too thrilled with many of my projects thus far, but the good news is that taking the classes helped me figure out that I needed to go in a completely different direction. And I’m so happy I did—so it’s all good!
Secondly, I thought I would elaborate on my idea—my vision—about a program for people who are in recovery. My initial thoughts about it started when I was trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my (sober) life. My passion for photography and art —or anything that entails creativity really—was where it all started. I imagined an art gallery of sorts, with walls covered in various pieces done by people who are new to recovery, who are trying to get their lives back in order, and are in need of a creative outlet. Or even people who are looking for new ways to fill their time; time that they used to spend on unhealthy habits.
The first thing I wanted to do—and felt was absolutely necessary—before I even considered making this dream a reality was to get really good at something. I figured that starting up some kind of Creativity Center would require me to be an instructor at the facility, or at least teach newcomers how to use the computer programs. So… I made my way to school with the intention of learning some serious skills that I could pass on.
I started realizing that me and graphic design weren’t compatible partners, but—unfortunately—that’s what I had signed up for. In the meantime, however, I was learning things in my other classes that were pointing me in the same direction, but with twists, turns, a little morphing and some expanding.
One of the kickers was when our Pastor spoke about mentoring. He talked about how others had been mentors to us in the past—our parents, teachers, our friends (Gil), and so on—and how now that we are all grown-up, it’s OUR turn to be mentors. I know “grown-up” sounds odd, but many of us there are in recovery so it’s fitting—if you know what I mean.
Anyway, his lesson helped me understand that mentoring is about providing someone with emotional support and guidance. It means helping your protege discover his or her own gifts and talents—and encouraging them in their process (Gil). I guess that’s when my vision started changing the most. I started seeing that limiting it to an art center would be too restrictive, so it morphed into a place where people could do all kinds of things. A place where they could focus on phase two of their recovery. The living sober part.
And photography, writing, and art would be a huge part of it, too. Of course.
So that’s where my thoughts are right now. Up until now it’s been simmering safely in my head, but I read that if you want to take your visions seriously, you have to talk (or write) about them. It makes them more real.
So… talk I will!
A Sprinkle of Faith 