Tag Archives: beauty

A Show of Hands: Write

I’m a big fan of the saying “Say it, forget it.  Write it, regret it.”  In today’s electronic age, words typed in anger or haste can be instantly immortalized by others.  Words are powerful.  When I write, I try to choose words of kindness, encouragement, and empowerment. Those are much more pleasant to read, and they’ll never come back to haunt me.

 

“Write”–Graphite

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The Fall of Life

Her weathered appearance tells her story.  It tells of hours spent in the baking sun, hurricane strength winds, and summer thunderstorms.  It tells of the shade she provided for ducks who napped under her boughs, and of the structure she provided for the cardinals who nested in her branches.  Her brilliant colors and shriveled edges call attention to her beauty as she lies in a heap upon the ground.  She is at the end of her life, and she is a stunning mosaic to be admired.  When I have reached the end of my journey, what will others see when they look at me?  Will they see a withered old woman, or will they be able to envision my life’s story from the lines on my face—or perhaps the lines on my canvas?  I want to leave a beautiful mark on the world, so my artist’s journey continues.

“The Fall of Life”–Watercolor Pencil

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A Show of Hands: Point it Out

 When I was in junior high school, ’well-meaning’ classmates were quick to point out my flaws.  Pointer fingers called attention to my acne, chipped front teeth, and the size of my nose.  The accompanying commentary ensured that all of my peers within earshot were also made aware of my shortcomings.  Over time, my skin cleared up, I crowned my teeth, and eventually grew into my nose. All of that pointing, however, had affected my heart– but not in a bad way.  It grew bigger, stronger, more compassionate.  I use my pointer finger to draw attention to the beautiful things in life.  Why point out someone’s flaws when you can point out a dramatic sunset, a grand magnolia blossom, or an interesting cloud formation?  I prefer to point toward good, happy, delightful things.  There’s enough sadness and evil in the world.  I don’t need to point it out, and I certainly don’t need someone else to point it out for me.

“Point it Out”–Colored Pencil

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Spring has Sprung

Spring is in the air—literally.  The intoxicating fragrance of gardenias and the sweet scent of jasmine hang in the humid air causing me to breathe a little slower—a little deeper.   Any day now the winged elm in my front yard will debut the first of its tender new leaves.  The grand magnolias display their glorious white blooms, fitting of floral royalty. The sun shines brighter and longer to show off this season of rebirth.  Mother Nature has thrown off her winter coat to reveal her colorful spring dress.  The grass is greener, the flowers are brighter, the sky is a more vivid blue—it’s Earth in HD, and I want to record it all.

“Bearded Iris”–Graphite–From my sketchbook

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