A Focused Journey: Finding a focus on the other side of 50.

I believe everyone’s life has a purpose. We are here to discover that purpose then use whatever gifts were bestowed upon us to make this world a better place. Some of us are fortunate as we know at an early age what that purpose is. Others, well, we go along, often digressing from the road that will take us there. This is me. Now on the other side of 50, I am finding my way back to that road that will lead to my life’s purpose. Welcome to my journey.

Friday, February 23, 2018

Get up. Get Dressed. Paint: Seeing gold.

First painting completed in the book Release Your Creativity. Found this assignment difficult having to work primarily with gold paint.

There are four layers of gold paint with the white and red ink drips and splatters. After the third layer I found myself growing tired of the process of covering up the previous layer and starting again. The drying process for each layer tried my patience.

The layers peeking through.

I created this canvas while working in the journal to give away for Art Abandonment. I keep putting off dropping somewhere it as I worry no one will want it.

Joining in at Paint Party Friday. What color paint is on your fingers this week?

15 comments:

NeesieFebruary 23, 2018 at 8:16 AM
It's good to accept challenges... and you certainly seem to have mastered this one.
I have a tiny bit of gold on my fingers this week... but mainly green!
Happy PPF to you :D
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VictoriaFebruary 23, 2018 at 8:24 AM
Beautiful...very expressive and powerful message! Reds and golds are so powerful and striking!
happy PPF
Victoria #19
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LailaFebruary 23, 2018 at 8:37 AM
If you grew tired, it doesn't show in your piece. I find in some pieces working with gold can be freeing.
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SLScheibeFebruary 23, 2018 at 9:28 AM
How fun! I love the message and your colour choices. Gold is a bit frustrating for me too.
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John February 23, 2018 at 10:09 AM
Very expressive painting. Nice.
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Linda KunsmanFebruary 23, 2018 at 10:23 AM
Great color combo! And good for you for getting through the challenge to the end. Not always easy when it's not going the way you'd like. Happy PPF!
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Clare LloydFebruary 23, 2018 at 10:57 AM
Great journal page
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Sarah LeonardFebruary 23, 2018 at 2:13 PM
What a great quote - plus anything with gold gets my vote!

Happy PPF from Number 34 :)
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JFMFebruary 23, 2018 at 3:54 PM
Love the message, the freedom and the beauty of this piece of art!

Happy PPF!!!
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MandyFebruary 23, 2018 at 5:01 PM
Great sentiment.."the gold looks fab....happy ppf(#35)...x
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DVArtistFebruary 23, 2018 at 6:16 PM
I agree gold is an over powering color but you tamed it in this beautiful piece of art.
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FayeFebruary 23, 2018 at 6:26 PM
Love the message on your lovely art work.
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Gloria j ZucaroFebruary 24, 2018 at 6:10 PM
That book sounds interesting. It is sometimes hard to do something totally out of your comfort zone. I love the gold and red together.
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GigglesFebruary 25, 2018 at 12:52 AM
Wonderful message...pure gold!!

Peace Giggles
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UnknownJune 29, 2018 at 8:34 PM
This painting is expressive, powerful and beautiful! I’m thrilled you shared my book and this particular project on your blog. Thank you for diving into “Release Your Creativity”! If you’d like to share further feedback or pieces of your artwork, I always love hearing from my readers. My website is: www.theartstudiony.com
Happy creating!
Rebecca Schweiger
Author, Release Your Creativity
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Thank you so much for stopping by. Please share your insights.

THE JOURNEY

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could

The Dark Night Of The Soul
By Saint John of the Cross
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

Songs of the soul rejoicing at having achieved the high state of perfection, the Union with God, by way of spiritual negation.

Once in the dark of night,
Inflamed with love and wanting, I arose
(O coming of delight!)
And went, as no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose

All in the dark went right,
Down secret steps, disguised in other clothes,
(O coming of delight!)
In dark when no one knows,
When all my house lay long in deep repose.

And in the luck of night
In secret places where no other spied
I went without my sight
Without a light to guide
Except the heart that lit me from inside.

It guided me and shone
Surer than noonday sunlight over me,
And lead me to the one
Whom only I could see
Deep in a place where only we could be.

O guiding dark of night!
O dark of night more darling than the dawn!
O night that can unite
A lover and loved one,
Lover and loved one moved in unison.

And on my flowering breast
Which I had kept for him and him alone
He slept as I caressed
And loved him for my own,
Breathing an air from redolent cedars blown.

And from the castle wall
The wind came down to winnow through his hair
Bidding his fingers fall,
Searing my throat with air
And all my senses were suspended there.

I stayed there to forget.
There on my lover, face to face, I lay.
All ended, and I let
My cares all fall away
Forgotten in the lilies on that day.

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Friday, February 23, 2018

Get up. Get Dressed. Paint: Seeing gold.

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