Make, invent, arrange
In the spur of the moment
Improvisation.
Art Prescription: I though, “I’ll just make a little stuffed bunny.” More than an hour later, I was tangled in thread and cut fabric. My little bunny is pretty home-made and a little loose around his edges, and I enjoyed playing.
Improvisational sewing:
Life, many layers
The lived days add, a year
To lead with your heart.
Art Prescription: How you spend your days add up to how your spend your year…
Collage and sewing on paper:
Dream time while I sleep
Backed out of drive, spun and slid
Comforter calls me.
Art Prescription: Had my swim-suit on ready to go! Thawed my van…backed out…and went absolutely nowhere! Plan B: walked and bird-watched…lovely.
And painted:
Sun casts long shadows
On the snowy white landscape
Spring, patient lover.
Art Prescription: Lovely long walk in the snowy woods today.
8 1/2 x 11 watercolor:
When the snow storm hit
Mildred and her feathered friends
Protested the cold.
Art Prescription: The cats are all warm by the fire…what about us?
Watercolor:
The click-click of sleet
No bread or milk to be found
Snow storm in the south.
Art Prescription: It was the perfect evening for art journaling!
A winter snow storm
Makes her approach, and spring buds
Greet the arrival.
Art Prescription: Even in the stark of winter, the signs of spring are there.
Watercolor and pen and ink on watercolor paper with my chop:
Electric fence clicks
Cardinals chip, in gloaming
Evening hay run.
Art Prescription: I adore the sound of horses happily chomping on hay. As the sun sets on the farm, there is much atmosphere.
Index card with watercolor and my chop that says, “hope.”
Delicate wind chimes
Play tender notes to announce
Snow in the forecast.
Art Prescription: And my back-yard birds are talking about it too. Today I didn’t even need a coat. Grey wintry weather suits my sleepy cats.
Brush painting on index card:
Winter, green bamboo
Graceful leaves nod at bare trees
Secret hiding place.
Art Prescription: Have you ever come upon a tall bamboo forest in winter? A canopy of green in the midst of naked trees. A secret hiding place. Thick and tall. Sunshine rays slip in. Smells like vetiver.
Index card with watercolor and my chop that says, “hope.”
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