Flying Boy Where The Wild Things Are, or Dream
Golden Fluid Acrylic on Paper 7"x10"
This piece is kind of a companion piece to yesterdays. Not that they have much in common, really, besides a stuffed animal and a banner. But I got to thinking, if "Play" was inspired by my girl, then what about my boy? And this is what came up for me. As you can tell... I like stories. Kids stories, picture books, fairy tales, myths, histories, novels, dreams, tall tales... I just like stories. It's obviously inspired by Maurice Sendak's "Where the Wild Things Are" but I only used the book for the briefest reference on the colors of the boat and the fine tuning of the wolf suit.
That's my boy's teddy bear, more or less. He wanted to be in the picture. It might be his dream, for all I know.
I realize also, just now if you can believe it, that this painting fits the totally optional prompt of March for Everyday Creative. One thing I've found with inspiration is that it often percolates in your brain for a while... say three weeks... before it comes out and becomes real. I'm also starting to remember my dreams. But that might be because the kids papa is taking the kids in the morning to let me rest a bit (I've had a cold) so I am not starting right from eyes open with the kids and all their various needs.Ivy Watching Bubbles
TtV, Duaflex II, Crappy Casio Exilim.
And speaking of inspiration, yesterday's painting of Play must have inspired me, because I spent quite a while yesterday playing with my new gadget that I made for my old Duaflex II camera. It's made out of cardboard so I can do Through the Viewfinder (TtV) pictures. I don't know if they're any good, but I had fun seeing what I could come up with. When I look at the photos in the Flickr group mine look nothing like that. (I've been playing around on Flickr, too. Trying to figure it out.) They're over exposed and fuzzy and splotched.... but I LIKE them. When I was going through the shots to edit them, I got that funny feeling in my stomach a few times. Butterflies. That's often when I know I've done something right. The other way is when I can't stop staring at something. Like this Flying Boy. Keep looking at him.
So, I'm working on play, because I've decided I am too burdened with all I feel I have to do, but I can only do so much. So I need to change my outlook and come at the to do list, and everything else, from a place of joy. I chose this life, most emphatically, over easier more reliable life paths. I want to enjoy it.
Are you enjoying your life? What do you think you could do to start enjoying it more?
"working on play?" That's quite the oxymoron.