Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Within a few minute, maybe 15 at the most, an idea took shape, I'd written a contract with myself, printed it out and signed it.
Ta-da. I still feel unsettled about what's going on in my life, but this new creative challenge feels right and good. I think it will provide a continuity for these last days of 2009.
Starting on September 23, 2009, I commit to writing a minimum of 100 words a day, each day, until the end of the year.
The prompt will come from a random page selection (pages 1-272) in Anne Lamott’s TRAVELING MERCIES: Some Thoughts on Faith.
I’ll count down to the 5th full line of text, and then copy out that line with its beginning and ending.
The writing can be anything: poetry, fiction, non-fiction.
The only parameters are at least 100 words, every day, for the last 100 days of the year.
I imagine that I’ll use Dan’s laptop . . . maybe out in Agnes???? I’ll print each day’s output and put it in a binder. Decorate the front? No clue whether or not any daily writings will connect with each other.
I hereby commit to doing my very best, realizing full well that “life” may intervene.
I further commit to approach this creative endeavor with a spirit of love and joy and fun.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Day 100. Here it is.
Instead, it's just the sound of me snuffling back tears from a very long, hard day. And the sound of me munching milk-soaked shredded wheat just before midnight, the dinner I forgot to have earlier.
Well, what I DO know is that these 100 days of playing with watercolors has awakened in me another whole language of expression.
When I woke this morning, struggling against the demands of the day before it ever started, I went to my paints. Dripped and dribbled some splotch of each color in my paint set. Had no idea of some grand overall design. Just knew that Day 100 needed to incorporate EVERY color I had.
Came home some 12 hours later, so far beyond tired, and went to the paints again. Filled in all the white places. Wasn't sure what to do next. Head about to droop onto the wet page as midnight neared. Then I picked up the rigger, dipped it in the aquablue and started outlining.
What came out at the end makes me think of stained glass. So my final piece of this incredible 100-day endeavor uses all the color available; does not limit itself to some photo-realistic expression; and makes me think of church windows, lit with light and lifting thoughts to the heavens.
When all is said and done, I am satisfied, more than satisfied, with this 100 in 100 days project.
Monday, September 7, 2009
I'll risk getting hurt again, if that's the price of being fully open to love, fully alive.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Here's Day 96.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
(I photo'd these while they were still wet--the piece is dry now, but its fresh wetness is captured here in the photo--I like that!)
I can't quite believe that I have painted for nearly 100 days in a row . . . and yet, I DO feel a difference inside me. As if I've learned a new language.