Crayola Dashalism

Since I had already used a lot of photography that I had taken at New York as examples for this month’s Inspirational Circle, I wanted to do something a little different this time.  I had stumbled across a pack of blank bristol artist trading cards that my friend had given me and only one card had art on it.  The artwork was an impression of a path (in which I had previously captured on camera).  I had attempted to create an “impressionistic” piece using crayons instead of paint.  Since I’m so impatient, it was more of a “dash” motion instead of a “dot” motion.  It actually did look pretty cool, and thus Crayola Dashalism was born on 3.20.11 with the piece “Crooked, Cracked, but Beautiful” created outside of Barnes and Nobles at Eastridge Mall.

I had intended to continue this series of Crayola Dashalism and capturing impressions of paths, but with how busy life gets, I had completely forgotten about it.  I decided to pick it up again for the purpose of the Inspirational Circle and created “Specks of Floral Beauty” and “Spectral Waves,” both created on 4.20.12 (exactly 1 year and 1 month later).

Petals of My Love

Inspiration really does come and go like the wind, so when it arrives, spread your wings and fly.  I haven’t been inspired to write a poem in a while.  I had wanted to write something for this month’s Inspirational Circle’s Floral and Fauna theme, but nothing had come to mind all month.  However, while I was emailing myself a photo of this heart-shaped flower that my boyfriend and I randomly saw on the floor at the Overfelt Gardens, the poem just came to me.  Seeing how beautiful, fragile and imperfect it was made me realize how much it resembled human love.


Petals of My Love

Through the winds and the rain,
and the shivering cold,
we endured so much.

I longed to see you
in every droplet of rain,
hear your voice
in every whisper
of the wind,
feel your touch,
your hand, your lips
in every gentle breeze,
know your smile
in every sunrise,
have you by my side
every day
and every night.

Gently,
lovingly,
dearly,
until the heat
of passion
became too much.

As I go away,
I leave a piece of me
behind,
hoping
that it’ll float
to you.

Fragile,
delicate,
vulnerable,
pulsating
with love.

A little bit wrinkled,
a little bit green,
jagged at the edges,
but for you,
I leave a loving heart
of sweet tender memories
of bygone days
and passionate nights.

Remember me,
your floral beauty,
imperfectly fragile,
lovingly sweet,
my heart,
imperfectly yours
to keep.

Inspirational Circle #4: Flora and Fauna

Remember being given a word, an idea or a theme and using that as inspiration?  Remember the excitement that ran through your mind and traveled to your fingertips as your idea came to life?

The Inspirational Circle is back!  In honor of spring and all things blossoming, this month’s theme is “flora and fauna”.  Let go of your creative block, and let the Inspirational Circle inspire you.  So go ahead and brainstorm brilliant ideas and share them here with your fellow peers on our Facebook Event!

All creative work will be considered – drawing, painting, photography, poetry, prose, mixed media, sculpture, etc.  If you post the work of others as inspiration, please cite the original source to give the artist credit.  Please spread the word and invite others to join in.

Alright, to get started, here are definitions of flora and fauna.  With long hours of sunlight and nice, warm weather, you should definitely use this as an excuse to go out there and get some exercise.  Don’t forget to take your pen, your sketchpad, your notebook, your camera, or whatever you need to create magic 🙂

Here are some images that I took in New York to inspire you.  All flora photographed at the New York Botanical Gardens in the Bronx.  The orchid show there was amazing.  The vibrant colors took my breath away.  All fauna photographed at Prospect Zoo in Brooklyn.  I hope you enjoy these fun shots!

And now are two cute poems I found on readinglady.com

My Garden
This is my garden, I’ll plant it with care,
Here are the seeds I’ll plant in there,
The sun will shine,
The rain will fall,
The seeds will sprout and grow up tall.

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The Little Plant
In the heart of a seed,
Buried deep so deep,
A tiny plant
Lay fast asleep.
“Wake,” said the sunshine,
“And creep to the light.”
“Wake,” said the voice
Of the raindrops bright.
The little plant heard
And it rose to see,
What the wonderful,
Outside world might be.