Homemade Lanterns
Even though I overslept, got on the wrong tain, dropped things on the floor of a crowded subway car, I'm feeling particularly hopeful today. This is a very good sign. It's no secret that I am plagued by moods. Yesterday, after posting, I felt okay for the most part--my heart filled with timid hope. Then I got some disappointing news in the afternoon and I just felt everything plummet. I didn't want to go home and have Graham have to deal with another evening with Zelda Fitzgerald.
Plus, I wasn't ready to go home. I didn't want to do the same-old, same-old. So I bought a new journal and went and wrote in a cafe for awhile. It was enough to make me realize that I haven't created anything in days. I read recently in one of SARK's books that when she feels a need to complain and compalain, it usually means she needs to create something. After 4 pages of complaining, what I really needed to do was go home and create!
Well, DUH!
So I went home and Graham was his usual sweet self and after eating dinner, I set to work. I made 2 lanterns out of music paper, a glass jar and candles. I set them up on my creativity shelf and turned off the lights. It was SO BEAUTIFUL. It reminded me of when I was a kid and set up tiny Christmas lights in all the rooms of my dollhouse. I turned off the lights in my room and sat transfixed, as the dollhouse came to life--all aglow in its six rooms, like a stage play. The shelf above my desk glowed like the dollhouse, making the glitter in a wooden box I had decorated, shimmer in the candle light.
Then I made a collage. People, I cannot express to you how collaging is my new therapy. It totally ROCKS MY WORLD. Something comes over me--I lose all time and the acrobatics of my mind. I LOVE the colors, the textures, and the freedom they provide. Now when I don't like a painting I've done, I CUT IT UP and it becomes a whole other thing all together. Plus, today, as I sit on the 27th floor of a building in midtown Manhattan, I love to catch sneak-peaks of the collage I made in my journal. It's like have a portable part of my studio with me. SO GREAT!
Do I need to say that I felt WHOLEHEARTEDLY better? It didn't even take an anti-depressant or a even a chat with my shrink. I may be the world's SLOWEST learner--because it's ALWAYS the simplest answers that help me out; it's ALWAYS the things closest at hand. All I needed was a little homemade lantern to show me.
I can't wait to go home and do more.
Plus, I wasn't ready to go home. I didn't want to do the same-old, same-old. So I bought a new journal and went and wrote in a cafe for awhile. It was enough to make me realize that I haven't created anything in days. I read recently in one of SARK's books that when she feels a need to complain and compalain, it usually means she needs to create something. After 4 pages of complaining, what I really needed to do was go home and create!
Well, DUH!
So I went home and Graham was his usual sweet self and after eating dinner, I set to work. I made 2 lanterns out of music paper, a glass jar and candles. I set them up on my creativity shelf and turned off the lights. It was SO BEAUTIFUL. It reminded me of when I was a kid and set up tiny Christmas lights in all the rooms of my dollhouse. I turned off the lights in my room and sat transfixed, as the dollhouse came to life--all aglow in its six rooms, like a stage play. The shelf above my desk glowed like the dollhouse, making the glitter in a wooden box I had decorated, shimmer in the candle light.
Then I made a collage. People, I cannot express to you how collaging is my new therapy. It totally ROCKS MY WORLD. Something comes over me--I lose all time and the acrobatics of my mind. I LOVE the colors, the textures, and the freedom they provide. Now when I don't like a painting I've done, I CUT IT UP and it becomes a whole other thing all together. Plus, today, as I sit on the 27th floor of a building in midtown Manhattan, I love to catch sneak-peaks of the collage I made in my journal. It's like have a portable part of my studio with me. SO GREAT!
Do I need to say that I felt WHOLEHEARTEDLY better? It didn't even take an anti-depressant or a even a chat with my shrink. I may be the world's SLOWEST learner--because it's ALWAYS the simplest answers that help me out; it's ALWAYS the things closest at hand. All I needed was a little homemade lantern to show me.
I can't wait to go home and do more.
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