What’s your favorite color?
While I’d like to say I have been super-creatively-productive while away from my blog, I must confess that my journeys into both journaling and photography have been much curtailed over the past few months. I have been focusing very hard on finishing the first draft of a novel, which is monumental, yes, but the creative energy I was tapping for that project was very different from the creative energy that allows the type of expressive art I usually show here. It was a very intellectual type of creativity, intent on plot and structure and character development, necessary but not very enjoyable. Now that I am moving on to the rewriting phase, when I will start turning what I think is a good story into something artful, I can feel the need to play more with visual forms of self-expression start to kick in.
These are a couple pages from a new journal, just the start of a new journey!
While working on some passages in my current WIP, I remembered this old post describing a moment where the world seemed altered by an unusual fall of light. I thought it worth sharing again, while I work on a much overdue post about creative journaling for writers.
February 6, 2009
It was sunset, nearly, and a break in the rain made it a good time to run a quick errand. The clouds were still thick overhead, and in the east gray mountains were only darker shapes against an ominous sky.
To the west the clouds had cleared. Not completely, but a swath of blue appeared along the horizon, somewhere in the general direction of the ocean. And in the moment before the storm front could reassert its dominance over the day, the sun cast a brief, ferocious light across the valley.
Everything was caught in its golden glow – trees, hills, houses – and transformed by the stark angle of the light into something … Unreal, I thought. But at the same time more real, as if the shadows of everyday life had been burned away, leaving Plato’s ideal forms to shine through. No longer did I see a tree, a hill, a house; I saw The Tree, The Hill, The House. I saw perfection.
I briefly wished I had a camera, to capture that moment, to keep it and to share it. Instead, I have to make do with a few inadequate words (and we know language is never perfect). But even if did have a camera, and I was an expert photographer, I doubt film or pixels could have done it justice. True moments aren’t something you can replicate at will. All you can share are shadows.
A while back, we attended an open rehearsal of my daughter’s middle school string orchestra. They were preparing for a festival at the time, and a guest conductor—he led California’s high school honor orchestra last year—came in to workshop with them, offering advice on how they could improve their overall performance.
As he worked with the kids, leading to a notable difference just in the space of an hour, I thought that much of what he said were suggestions I could apply to my creative growth as a writer. Here are a few of the lessons he offered, and how I have interpreted them for my own use.
Whew! It’s been a while, but we’ve finally got a fresh new schedule for our FREE creative art journaling workshopping at It’s a Grind in Laguna Hills. We’ll be gathering on Sunday afternoons, now, the second Sunday of the month for the foreseeable future. Here is precise information on the next event:
Join me for an afternoon of exploration, creativity and fun as we use pictures, symbols and design to express our thoughts and dreams. Combine images and words to create a visual map to your own inner landscape, and find new tricks to invigorate your journal writing. No experience required!
Bring Your Own Journal, Sketchbook, Notebook or other Blank Book
Some supplies will be provided, but feel free to bring your own. Recommended: colored pencils, markers, pens, rubber stamps, stickers, decorative paper, glue, scissors, pictures, magazines, watercolors, paintbrushes, hole punches, etc.
I will have a small number of blank journals available for purchase, priced $5-$20 depending on the journal.
I hope we’ll see you there!
Nin has recently posted some zoo pictures, so I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon by posting some pics of our trip to the San Diego Zoo last month. We’ll start off with the meerkats, who are not nearly as cute as you think they should be:
The hippos, though, were amazing. They ran laps around the pool as we watched, as graceful underwater as the butterflies in the atrium next door.
The serval was probably the favorite of the big cats we saw that day, maybe because it was the only one that was actually awake:
The pandas were a little disappointing, because they sat with their backs to us most of the time. But still: pandas!
This is probably a baby panda, about 8 months old. But given we saw no sign of a head or paws, it might just be a very clever ruse:
Next time, we’ll have to try to get there at a different time of day, so we can see the little guy awake.
Speaking of little guys, we laughed at laughed at these baby warthogs climbing all over dad while he’s trying to have a nap. Mom’s probably off getting her hair permed.
And the opposite of little is big, like this huge polar bear, passed out by the pool. This photo was taken through glass, and I probably wasn’t more than 10 feet from him.
Look at the size of his paws! I couldn’t even get a decent shot of the whole of him in the frame, that’s how close we were. Thank goodness for the glass, though. I wouldn’t want to encounter something this big face to face, I don’t think…
And finally, proof that whatever crazy things spec fiction writers invent, nature has already made something weirder: the harpy eagle. Really, this photo doesn’t do justice how truly strange looking this bird is.
I’ll have some more pictures from our trip to the San Diego Wild Animal park in a few days.
Did you think California was called the Golden State because of the 1849 gold rush?
Nope.
For a few brief weeks in the spring—and then only if there’s been enough rain in the winter—all the wildflowers come out to play upon the desert hillsides.
Poppies, forget-me-nots, goldfields, purple lupine, tidy tips and brittlebush…
The hillsides, already blushing green with spring, take on a magical hue…
…and then you know where the real gold fields of California can be found.
Diamond Valley Lake, Hemet, California. March 27, 2010.