Creatively Thinking

Featured image: Gifts from God When someone asks why do you believe in God ? I answer because when I am still in the woods walking on the shore in the woods just sitting listening watching the sun set the sun rise listening to the rain when I personally as an artist I create I can feel Him as the first artist  His creation I know I am a blessed  artist  I have been  given a gift and I feel it and I honor it.

  Featured image: The River Runs Through Us flowing like a river always moving always changing allowing all things to be a part of me like the beautiful yellow warbler its song flows through me is a part of me the raven, the chipmunk  The red fox Are a part of me flowing

  Featured image: Jewels Divine jewel you are a divine jewel in harmony yet separate divine mystery lift everywhere, live it connect with the  natural flow

  Featured image: Adrift IV “The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things but their inward significance." Aristotle

  Featured image: New Life Elegantly simple light gives life to everything on earth

  Featured image: And He Walks with Me solitude of nature Soothe  my soul unchained the cage door is open I live ……. unchained free I find Him there I hear Him there in the woods for the woods are filled with eternal power and His pulse

  Featured image: Coffee in the Rain Soaking up raindrops allowing the energy  of the rain Immerse my  Soul I take a deep breath

  Featured image: Sisyphus II "The painting must be fertile. It has to give birth to a world… yours and mine… It doesn’t matter if you see a flower, figures, or horses, as long as it reveals a world—something living." – Miro When I read this quote, I thought, "This is the foundation of what many people, including art teachers, often say: Art can be anything you want." However, Miro defines his understanding of art when he states, "Art must be fertile." Miro uses organic, biomorphic forms that reflect his fascination with the natural world, celebrating growth and transformation in dynamic, interlocking arrangements."

  Featured image: Straight from the Heart I find myself more than ever before filled with what I’m calling a bubble of love. I’m surrounding myself with it, and I’m not going to let it pop, no matter what. No one is going to pop it—no one. I went into one of my favorite stores the other day, overflowing with my bubble of love, and I was talking to someone there about it. She said, "I wish you had been here a little while ago." I asked why, and she said that someone had just shared that her husband, after 40 years of marriage, had asked for a divorce. My response? There is love in everything. While this is a terrible time for her, she needs to smile and realize that if he wants a divorce, she doesn’t want to live with him anyway. She now has her freedom—she is free. That should make her smile, and she can now fill her own life with love. Love yourself first. Love yourself—that is what matters most. Don’t let him deflate her love balloon. Love, love, love—because all you need i...

  Featured image: The Key II There is a treasure buried here. There is a presence here— unnamable, indescribable, ancient, older. There is the excitement of discovery here. I begin exploring, as an overture stirs in the breeze. Its energy soothes me. Unnamable presence is present.

  Featured image: Earth IV earth supreme extreme remote enchanting

  Featured image: Charting Pathways With history, everything blends into the delicacy of a curve—there are no straight lines. With history, there are signs of life moving on. With history, there is always a sense of renewal, a sense of reflection, a sense of play, a sense of movement, a sense of communion with the past, the present, and the future. With history, there is renewal, birth, creation. With history, there is everything an artist needs to be alive and create. There is everything an artist needs to tell stories about yesterday, today, and tomorrow’s possibilities. History is all about storytelling, and art is all about storytelling.

  Featured image: Blackbird Each morning, I walk into the woods and put seed out for the finches, blackbirds, and blue jays. Everything else disappears in the winter. Oh, some people get cardinals, but I don’t seem to. I’ve tried everything—their favorite food, calling them—but nothing seems to work. Anyway, each morning, I walk into the woods and put seed out. About 50 finches gather at the table. Later, around 20 blackbirds arrive to eat the peanuts. I always marvel at the majestic beauty of their regal black, blue, and purple feathers—such a marvelous mix of colors. Many confuse ravens with blackbirds, and both are often associated with Edgar Allan Poe’s poem The Raven. This haunting poem tells the story of a mysterious raven that visits a grieving narrator, repeating the word Nevermore. Plot: A distraught young man is visited by a raven that perches on a bust above his chamber door. The bird, named Nevermore, antagonizes the narrator by endlessly repeating its name. Style: Th...