Sitting at my desk surrounded by piles of yarn, looms, fabric, colorful magic markers; yet. feeling blocked, uninspired, once again.
Several weeks ago, I was hearing the words to a song, long-playing in my head: "smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes they don't tell the truth...smiling faces..." At the time, I didn't remember who sang the song, nor did I recall all the words. Why is this song going round in my head now? Is My Muse, the Source-eress Het Heru, sending me a message? I'd better turn inward, listen, dig deep, find out what's really clogging my creative juices.
Several old memories rising to the surface....Let me set the space for you way back when....
A long, long time ago, I was invited to a party. My parents said I could go. Unchaperoned! This was surely a !!WOW!! moment for me. The party was around the corner. I would meet my best friend. We would go together.
Excited, I went shopping with my allowance money. Purchased a pair of purple pants with a flowing, kimono-styled, you guessed it, purple vest, similar to the unconstructed, relaxed styles popular today. I selected a beautiful red scarf to drape around my neck. I had enough money left over to purchase a pair of some real cool shoes. Red.
Dressed: hair, red lips, nails done. I checked myself out in the mirror. Five Stars, I gave myself. Blew my royal self a kiss in the mirror, said goodbye to my folks, and off I went to meet my BFF so we could walk into the party together.
"GIRRRRRLLLL!!! DON'T YOU KNOW PURPLE AND RED DON'T GO!!!"
I heard her very loud voice before I saw her standing there on the corner.
I'm thinking: "I just know she isn't talking to me." She was laughing at me as I approached her.
I'm thinking: "What the ....!!! My BFF, a Dream Catcher! What she mean, "Don't You Know Purple and Red Don't Go?"
I was then, still am, a lover of color, texture, and Impressionism. In those days, before the Internet and Google, I often visited the library. Some of my favorite books were mysteries, and art books. The art books had to have plenty of pictures. Fond of impressionist painting, the artist Claude Monet (1840 - 1925) was at the top of my book list. I especially admired his colorful painting, Water Lilies 1916. (By the way, I was finally able to see up-close-nose-inches-away--an exhibition of Claude Monet's paintings which included the Water Lilies painting in a New York Chelsea Art Gallery. However. I digress. That's another story).
So, my mind is going-a-mile-a-minute, I'm thinking: 'Miss Know It All needs to see and shout her 'Don't You Know Purple and Red Don't Go' line/lie to color fields of Purple Hyacinth, Salvia, Lavender, glowing alongside the Red Rose, Scarlet Poppy, Red Begonia and Lavender, all adorned in beautiful variegated Royal Purples and Reds
I'm asking myself, "What does she know about color? Really? Ignore her ignorance! Leave it, all of it, alone. Besides, what was my end game? The Party. I was going, dressed in my Royal Color Field of Purple and Red.
Did I go to the party? You bet! Did I enjoy myself? Not initially. First, had to shake off the frequency of the Dream Catcher's low-rating energy. Did she remain my BFF? What do you think?
Let me set the space for you now.
"Don't You Know Purple and Red Don't Go?!!!" Out of the mouth of babes. We were both young. She didn't know any better. Nevertheless, that's what Dream Catchers do. Young or old. Intentional or not. They will steal your joy, suck your life force dry, if you let them. Self-awareness is essential. "Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend." They catch your dreams and weave them into their insecure net of jealousy and self-loathing, then frisbee them back to you. Unknowingly, we catch them. Believing in them, it becomes your way of thinking.
"Girrrill, Don't You Know Purple and Red Don't Go!" That was it! The Dream Catcher's discouraging words had implanted itself into my subconscious many years ago, and those "discouraging words" periodically raise their ugly heads like weeds in a color field to log-jam my creative juices.
My Muse finally captured my attention by the repetitive words to that song, "Smiling Faces" by The Temptations. This digging deep helped me uncover the "discouraging words" shouted at me by my BFF years ago. It ain't easy, digging deep; turning inward. Well worth it, though.
My creative juices are flowing. I am now working on a new series on my IPad's Pastel App which I have named "Purple and Red Don't Go." The above abstract impressionist Mind-Scape Pastel is the first in the series.
What do you do when you're feeling a-which-a-ways? Who or what inspires you? Feel free to leave a comment on my blog Let me know what you think.
Master Peace. Simply Divine.