Art fun

Expanded my horizons today with a gel medium transfer class. Lots of new ideas for grandchildren books floating around now. I always wanted to know what this stuff was and now I do!

Writing Class

Based on Making It Up by Penelope Lively we were challenged to create a short story based on a turning point in our lives. A What if? story. I changed my roommates to wildly creative people who weren't interested in early marriage, regular jobs and a home in suburbia. It was exciting and freeing for a while and then I had a complete "failure of imagination." Did that mean I just don't have fiction brain or did it mean my experiences have been so dull or so unobserved that I couldn't get beyond the apartment experience.

I did write a children's story while I was stuck--meaning? Loaded with meaning possibly. That's where I should go. It's easy and I have always taken the hard unnatural way following the peer guides and not my own path. Last night I took my own path!

First post

Writing to learn about blogging, about living, about creating, about breathing in and out about stepping outside my skin, outside of the clutches of my ego. Cramped inside the walls I've built to keep me comfortable, but oh not safe.
Irene Nemirovsky wrote in the midst of the war that the only lasting things were everyday lives, art and God in that order. Understanding and being the day to day liver is the challenge.