Turquoise

This morning I was going through a number of the blogs I enjoy reading. One is Cole Wardell’s. When I got there, since my last visit, she had a fun display of her art supplies. Pencils encased in wood! Watercolors! A knife!

On my desk, I have a container of Prismacolor medium pencils for drawing, still unsharpened.  Now all have points. They will come with me to work, and this will be my creative project focal point for today. In between whatever I do, I will get something done with these pencils, if only to remember what it is like to have one in my hand for something other than writing out notes.

Too Much!

Some people learn things as they go along, living life on a daily basis and incorporating the new stuff without the disruption of everything else.  Not me.  When I am curious about something, I jump headlong with both feet.  This has its good points and bad points, the worst being it can become obsession – luckily, it never does.  The thing is, I am a collector.  I collect information.  I collect things.  And I don’t usually get rid of stuff, either in my mind (though I will as senility approaches), in my closet, under my bed, or in the garage.  Granted, when I return to that interest, costs are very insignificant!

Lately, in case you have not noticed, I have been doing a lot of photography, to the point I decided to set up a blog separate from Ink, Yarn & Beer.  Here, I really want to get back into more personal things, such as the painting and knitting design, as well as just discussions or whatever I fancy.  At that other blog I can focus on photography and what I am doing there, create my little encyclopedia of links, blither on about what I am doing.  I’ve gotten a few hits there, mostly spam, but that blog, like this one, is for my own pleasure.  And to create balance.

My artistic side finds photography rather frustrating, but I am beginning to see how it is tweaking me at the same time.  Thinking about how something is made – effects, colors, process – begin to move into other areas.  Looking at the petals of a rose make me wonder how I can capture them with a brush using ink or watercolor.  Looking at the light shadows in an image make me consider contrast and detail in a painting and why something in a painting works, or does not.  Realism does not need to be done, but the impact created by color, shadow, tone, shape gives an illusion of reality or its impression.

The fact is, any form of art is limited only by the person doing it.  This can because of a lack of tools or innovation, or because one is still in the process of becoming or doing.  I am limited by my interests in a lot of things – painting, knitting, reading, writing, photography, gardening, hiking, traveling – and it keeps me from doing anything well.  On Outlook I have different activities scheduled weekly – creative activities – and that doesn’t help either!  Regardless, the plan is to try to do a bit more of all of it, and be focused on it when I can.

Toys

Today is a family get-together to celebrate a nephew’s second birthday.  Of course, there was the search to find the perfect toy for a kid.  One of our favorite stores is one that avoids the cluttery junk found in a lot of stores, where the majority seem to make electronic noise, and don’t do a whole lot else.  I would rather give toys that make a kid explore and interact and develop coordination and imagination and creativity.  If noise is to be generated, then let the kid make it – rhythmic patterns, high and low notes, bang and clang – by moving around and doing, not by pushing a button.  Yeah, so we got some noisemakers!  Child musical instruments and a hammer-the-peg set.  I’m happy!

Kids aren’t the only ones who need toys.  Adults do, too.  Adult toys are not inflatable dolls and items “discreetly shipped in brown wrappers for your privacy.”  Playtime is still essential for the mind, the heart, the soul.  Our toys are a bit different than those of the two-year-old, but interaction and imagination still matter.   Good books.  Building.  Figuring out how to make something so you don’t have to buy it.  Cooking.  Knitting.  Brewing.  Gardening.  Remodeling a house.  Court games with friends and family.  Art in all its varieties.  Just moving around, like hiking or running, or chopping wood.

Sitting on your butt and pushing a mouse around while you play a game by yourself is not conducive for the overall well-being of a person, and with all the kill-em games, I wonder about the moral content, for kids and adults.  There are no social skills involved with these activities, and studies do show that kids that play too much with a computer at an early age fail to develop interpersonal skills.  Adults whose online lives predominate often cannot function in the real world.

Give me some of inanimate objects, let me play, and I’ll make my own fun.  Go play. You might have some fun, too.