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  • Walking through my small fenced in jungle patch on the way to the studio, puts me in touch with the chaos and wildness of nature and stirs my creative juices. In May, when the trees were blooming, I could hear the bumble bees having breakfast high in the tree while other insects were also feeding on blossoms. Birds were singing and raising their young , and an occasional humming bird would stop for lunch. One morning, she came to visit me as I was gazing out the upstairs window, hovering for a few seconds as she looked in the window at me, and then hummed/danced away to her next joy gig. As the petals of the flowers slowly faded away, I no longer heard bumble bee or saw hummingbird.
  • I have a sliding glass door in my studio, facing north of course, and all sorts of birds and other visitors like to feed at the decaying blacktop cafe. A couple of weeks ago I heard a pecking on the glass and walked carefully to the door, with my camera and there was a crow preening herself. She watched me for awhile and the two mourning doves pecked in the gravel and watched me and crow watching each other. I returned to playing artist and they flew off to the next café.
  • Another day a small bunny cautiously crept out of the forsythia bush and began eating the grass and I wondered what was growing on his neck and ears. When I blew the picture up, I could see that they were snails. I have never seen that before so I looked it up online and found how to raise rabbit snails and I didn't even know there was such a snail. Finally I found a woman asking what she should do about the snails that were getting on her pet rabbit. Aha, I was not nuts and seeing things. (You put a bowl of beer out where pets and wild animals can't get into it and the snails will drink the beer, get drunk and drown).
  • Today, a Mayfly landed on the window and I captured her image and wondered where the June Bugs were.
    I have been seeing a few fireflies in the evening and it's been a long time since I've seen any around here. They were only in my yard and in none of the neighbors' yards, and were coming from my wild jungle and the semi wild place between my studio and the wood fence that divides my front lot from my back lot. There were none in the back lot, which my neighbor decided was a little too wild for him a few years ago and asked permission to plow it and plant it with 'real' grass and I said yes. He also mows it for me, because I don't really care whether it's mowed or not, but it makes his view of the lake more pleasant for him. There are no wild flowers or dandelions in the back lot, just boring straight grass, all in a line marching nowhere.

    The rest of my yard has tiny flowers and moss, dandelions and violets, a bit of Queen Anne's lace, wild daisies, day lilies and passion flowers, wild grapes and wild strawberries here and there, along with a few 'domesticated' flowers and bushes. There is the rapidly multiplying forsythia, invasive honeysuckle and Virginia creeper, which seem to always have poison ivy growing with it and when I pull them out, poison ivy will give me an itchy kiss. The wild blackberries are also coming up nicely and they are wonderful in my organic yogurt, along with granola, chia and hemp seeds, chopped walnuts and whatever else I have on hand to throw in it.
  • My creativity requires a certain wildness and chaos, that I play with and 'work' at so that there appears to be some organization in my chaos. I have several mixed media collages that have been in progress for quite awhile and a couple of new ones where I'm playing with printing and experimenting with different textural surfaces.

    There is an oil painting that was a flop so I'm pushing colors around and scraping into the paint to reveal the under layers, and there is an acrylic on canvas where I stenciled the flower of life. I'm adding textures to this one as it is a little too organized and needs a touch of classy chaos and my method is not working as well on canvas as it does on paper or smooth board and it may or may not birth itself from the chaos. Whether it works or not, I will learn from the poetic process of painting and playing. We frequently forget that it is the process, not the product and that the journey is the 'goal', not the destination. Ah, if I could only keep that centered in my vision, it would keep me playing in freedom and tame the dragon inner critic.
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