When I see objects that I strive to “put on paper” and finally sit outdoor and do paint them I get nice outcome!
Well, actually, even not only this, because inspiration is a wave of creative feeling inside, that embraces you and lasts for some limited period of time. But what happens in the cases I tell above is “falling in love” with some particular scenes. And it doesn’t depend on time and a creative wave. A…READ MORE
Added by Helen Prokopovych on July 29, 2014 at 4:33am — No Comments
Like most people, I get over-stimulated in our busy world of cell phones, television, advertisements, Internet, traffic, bills and junk mail, campaign speeches, and the list goes on.
I have to “decide” to carve out time for silence. It’s worth it to me because, when I make silence a priority, ideas and inspiration began to flow through me; creativity is king (or queen, in my case).
I work better from the inside, out. I find silence enriches my art, my writing, and my…READ MORE
I had the realisation today that I achieve far more by doing a little art every day than I ever did by having the big artwork marathons that I used to cram into weekends.
Somehow, in years gone by, I used to expect that inspiration would switch on when I had "booked" a day in the studio and that everything would come together for me. Often it did, but there were still…READ MORE
Yesterday I delivered my entry documentation for an embroidery and creative fibres exhibition that is to be held in New Plymouth, my nearest city, in a community gallery October. The information that was asked for in invitations was the work’s title and description (e.g. method used), fibres used, size and price.
I duly provided the detail, including where I had sourced my inspiration from. For 3 of my works, I had been inspired by the work of other embroiderers or fibre…READ MORE
Yesterday I saw the cutest thing: two young girls on the path outside my house, battling with an umbrella that was turning contortions in the strong spring winds, and giggling like they were about to burst. Each time they turned the umbrella out of the wind and it righted itself, they would hold it again to catch the wind until it popped out of shape like a fleeing jellyfish. And they'd laugh and shriek some more. They trashed…READ MORE