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Get Messy | Season of Happy 5 | Beh-Bees

It’s week five in the Season of Happy at Get Messy Art Journal. This week I’ve combined all four of the journal and art prompts into two pages which work as a double page with a small third in between.

This past weekend I visited my son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter Emma. As you can imagine I’m still full of the delicious sights, sounds and smells (not including the diaper one) of that darling girl.  I created a page of one of the happy things from my childhood (reading), and books are happy objects for me. Emma is one of the most happy people I know because she fully embraces all her experiences and is so loved and cared for by her parents and extended family. So hers is the second page. As I was coloring and painting I listened to my favorite Madeleine Peyroux Pandora Radio station.


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On my page, I have images of real books I’ve kept from my childhood. The cat illustrations are from my favorite early book, Surprise in the Tree by Sara Asheron, illustrated by Susan Perl. I printed out the images of the books and illustrations and then colored them with crayons, colored pencils, chalk and colored glitter pens. I used an analogous color scheme (colors located next to each other on the color wheel).


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For Emma’s page I used a more exciting color scheme, the triadic primary colors of red, blue and yellow. Her energy is so vital and she is constantly moving so I used a circular pattern to show that (she loves twirling too). The drawings are from photos my daughter-in-law took of Emma posing for selfies with a shirt on her head. I used children’s watercolors, crayons, patterned paper and colored pencil. For fun I wrote an alliterative haiku describing her.


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As a bridge, I made an insert between the pages.  Each of us is reading a book (about the same age). One of Emma’s words is beh-bee for baby. I thought it such fun to label each with beh-bee. I used the enlight app on my iphone to transform the photos into distressed, graffiti-esque images.  (My name was Karen when I was little. I changed it in my 20s – a story for another time.)


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These are such giggly pages for me and I know I’ll look at them over and over. I can tell you that coloring and painting like a tot is wonderful. It’s so freeing, I highly recommend it!

I wish you all a happy weekend my friends and fellow Get Messians.

Starfire aka Meghan aka FireBonnet

Starfire aka Meghan aka FireBonnet


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3/52 Portraits – Lost Love

It’s week 3 of 52 weekly portraits …

What do I miss from my past?

I mourn the ability to dance with freedom and grace as I once could. Years of arthritis, a hip replacement and now a wanky back hobble me to the ground when I used to be able to fly.


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I wrote the above intro 2 days ago. While I was writing the rest of this post today, it occurred to me that there is deeper significance to this image. When I was 22, and in college, I played the part of Peter Pan in the University of Colorado’s musical of that name. I was even strapped up in a harness and lifted to fly around the stage. Flying in for a curtain call to a standing ovation was one of the peak experiences of my life.

It is interesting that I used my shadow for the portrait of my mourned ability. Do you remember that Peter Pan came into Wendy’s room looking for his shadow? … the silly thing had become detached somehow. He tried putting it back on with soap among other things but it was Wendy’s common sense and needle and thread that finally re-attached it.

Sobs come as I write this because I realize I have ‘grown up’ like Wendy… all common sense and choosing reality over Neverland, where dreams are born.  And like Wendy, I have lost the ability to fly.

This is a big symbolic realization for me and I don’t think I will find a resolution as I am writing this post. I want to dance again, and allow my body to move freely with the wind. Will I find some fairy dust when I return to the fairy circle on our ranch to help me? Will I shed all the dark and heavy energy stuck to my emotional and physical bodies? Will I allow myself to let go and let Goddess?

I think I will somehow, since I am on the right path… and of course clapping my hands because I DO believe in fairies.


Me as Peter Pan in CU’s production of Peter Pan in 1978.

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Thank you my friends for taking this journey of self-discovery with me. It is powerful to have witnesses. xoxoxox

Starfire aka Meghan aka FireBonnet

Starfire aka Meghan aka FireBonnet


52 Portraits is a photography course in self discovery by Vanessa and is hosted through Get Messy Art Journal. The course is a year long journey in using photography and words to turn your reflection inward and capture who you are at this phase in your life. Learn more and join the course here.

We Have Come to be Danced

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Deliciously dancing me at age 14.

We have come to be danced
not the pretty dance
not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
but the claw our way back into the belly
of the sacred, sensual animal dance
the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
the holding the precious moment in the palms
of our hands and feet dance

We have come to be danced
not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
but the wring the sadness from our skin dance
the blow the chip off our shoulder dance
the slap the apology from our posture dance

We have come to be danced
not the monkey see, monkey do dance
one, two dance like you
one two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
tearing scabs & scars open dance
the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance

WE have come to be danced
not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
the strip us from our casings, return our wings
sharpen our claws & tongues dance
the shed dead cells and slip into
the luminous skin of love dance

We have come to be danced
not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
but the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath & beat dance
the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
the mother may I?
yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance
the everyone can come to our heaven dance

We have come to be danced
where the kingdom’s collide
in the cathedral of flesh
to burn back into the light
to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
to root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced
WE HAVE COME

by Jewel Mathieson