Discovering Fleece

In honor of this month’s Inspirational Circle, I have written a poem inspired by “texture.” I hope you enjoy this simple, elegant piece. 🙂

Discovering Fleece

Soft and warm like fur,
I wrap my blanket around me
like a Tootsie roll.
It falls on the bed with
the softest sound,
light as a feature.

I stroke the blanket
from edge to edge,
feeling the little bumps
and waves that go in and out,
so subtle and so soothing,
like stroking the back
of my loved one’s neck
and feeling the blood vessel,
feeling the pulse.

It’s like running
my hands through pebbles
of sand, feeling rhythmic dots,
swirling and soothing
against my fingertips,
my very own
zen garden.

I wrap the blanket
around my arms,
around my legs
and imagine a puppy
beside me
with fur so soft.

As the fleece brushes my
cheeks, I feel content
and dreamy,
mesmerized
by the softness
that engulfs me
as I fall asleep
on fleece clouds,
drifting away
into Utopia.

Breathing Life into Clay

 

Ever since I fell in love with making clay figurines in July starting with my turtle (see Clay Creations), I wanted to improve my craft and do more complicated sculptures.  For my most recent batch, I attempted to make a Bobby Head 🙂  What’s that?  Well, a couple of years ago, my friend gave me a Bobby Jack plush toy that I just came to love dearly.  I decided to make a little bobble head figurine of Bobby and call it a Bobby Head.

I have to admit that the journey wasn’t completely smooth.  The vision of what I wanted to mold was all in my head and I was ready for action, knowing that I may face challenges.  I first started off by molding Bobby’s head and then adding the ears and cheeks.  Unlike drawing or photography, you really need to understand ever angle of the subject/object to capture the 3-D form accurately.  I worked on it late at night and when I finally got it 90% complete, I noticed that it was a little uneven on the bottom.  In attempts to make it 100% perfect, I added some more clay.  Unfortunately, due to the nature of clay, if you change one area, there is a very high chance that another area would be affected.  When you fix the other affected area, it will affect another area and so forth.  Anyhow, by trying to make it 100% perfect, I messed up my entire bobby head.  After 1.5 hours, I was just exhausted and called it a night.  I was so discouraged that I had to send a text to my boyfriend and close friend to vent lol, and of course a tweet about the irony of perfection.

Alas, I did not give up.  I came back to it another day and started from scratch.  This time it was a little easier since I was familiar with the form.  The head wasn’t perfect, but this time I settled for that 🙂 and continued with the body.  After 1.5 hours, the sculpture was complete and actually bobbles.  What do you think?

Little Bobby Head

Bobby Head Complete

bobbyhead

Bobby holding his head

Bobby Mini

Bobby holding his Mini Me

Save Me

Mini Bobby looks scared, save him

Bobby Balance

I love how the back view looks

With my leftover clay, I decided to make a Linny (the guinea pig from Wonder Pets) as well.  I didn’t have that much brown, so I only molded her head.  No worries, I went for a pencil decoration and added her cape as well.  It turned out really adorable.  I just wished I made her cheeks more wide to match the actual stuffed animal.

Linny presenting Mini Linny

Linny presenting Mini Linny

Hello There

Linny facing her Mini Me

Face Off

Linny facing her Mini Me

Let's Fly

Flying Off to save the World

Next, my brother wanted me to make a Stitch figurine. Since I wanted to save my blue clay for a beaded necklace, I decided to make him a Leroy instead. The red clay was difficult to mold because it was so soft and would mush together or stick to other colors. It was a real hassle. I think it turned out well, except that one of his eyes was rotated incorrectly, so when I actually drew in the eyes, he didn’t look as “smart” 🙂

Stitch and Mini Stitch

Stitch and Mini Stitch

Lil Devil

Lil Devil

Presenting Leroy

Presenting Leroy

Tag Along

Tag Along

After making all these figurines (with an average of 1.5 hours a piece), I decided to make something simple, clay beads. I picked my favorite colors: light blue, blue, and a whitish silver. It looked awesome. I’ll model them in a later post 🙂

Baking Beads

Baking Beads

Bead Necklace + Bracelet

Bead Necklace + Bracelet

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the pieces. My next clay projects will include a purple squirrel and a glowing Jack-O-Lantern. Until then, Bobby, Stitch and Linny would like to say ta-ta!

Ta-Ta

Ta-Ta

 

Inspirational Circle #7: Texture

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!  This month’s theme is “texture.”  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 texture.  This is a fun theme to experiment with, whether you choose to focus on something two-dimensional or three-dimensional (slabs of paint on canvas, some mixed media work of random material, a sculpture, a descriptive poem, a photograph, a photogram, whatever you choose).  Don’t be afraid to do something out of the ordinary 🙂

Here are some images that I found online that will inspire you.  The first four photos are mine. :)

Nothing in Particular: Part 2 – Photography

Color, light, perspective and repetition often speak to me and I long to capture that special moment in time.  Often it’s nothing too memorable, but a simple and elegant image that I would find myself rediscovering again years later.  Below are some recent photographs taken in the spur of moment, for no particular reason.

colorful blinds

Beautiful colors from the early afternoon shine through the white blinds to create a romantic scene

romantic lamp

The rhythm and repetition of the blue blinds is a stunning harmonious contrast to the rhythm of the vertical curtain

piano rhythm

The rhythm and repetition of musical instruments is always captivating

piano music

Feel the strumming keys and listen to the music in your mind

Now here are two random photos that I found in my camera taken a few months back, while we were in the Fox Theatre in Redwood City for a company event.

fox theatre

A view of the ice skating rink outside of the Fox Theatre (taken from the library across the street), such a lovely scene

water fountain

Water fountains near the Fox Theatre, the musical harmony of the running water

Last, but not least, I have two photos of a romantic water fountain in New York, near our hotel in Howard Beach.  As we were walking back late at night after dinner, we came across this lovely spectacle.  The glow of the purple lights illuminated this fountain to appear magical and I caught it on my camera phone. A glimpse of it in broad daylight was definitely not as intriguing.

magical fountain

Oh, so elegant

magical fountain 2

Bathe in the purple light and hear the music of the running water

Nothing in Particular: Part 1 – Poetry

Have you ever wondered what was happening in various parts of the world at one given time?  Wouldn’t it be interesting to catch glimpses of people’s lives, without really knowing who they are or where they will go?  Maybe it wouldn’t mean anything to you and you’d just be a spectator.  You’d feel something, maybe connect with someone through watching them, and then the moment will pass and you’d go back to living your life.  It’ll be nothing really, nothing in particular that you’d remember or feel after the fact.

This was the idea of a poem that I wrote a few years ago, in which I had the random desire to write a poem with some nice imagery, but nothing in particular, really. =)

Nothing in Particular

Cheerful laughter in the rain,
the pure glee
of unsuppressed emotion
is the beauty
of childhood.

But boys become men
and rain turns to ice.

The thunderstorm rages,
rattling the doors
of the silent house.

A stifled laugh,
a muffled cry,
a footstep, an echo,
a silent scream
from a recurring dream.

Never ending,
the candle burns,
the water leaks.
On the floor,
bloodstains
and broken glass.
Was it a break in
or a break out?

“Breathe in,
breathe out,”
said the yoga instructor.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Two breaths become one,
A consummation of love…

“Breathe in, breathe out,”
said the doctor.
A push, a cry…

The world is vast,
and we are but a speck –
A day, a month, a year,
a moment in time –
Nothing,
nothing in particular.

When I submitted this piece for a Poetry Writing class, my professor suggested that I edit it to be more profound.  He wanted more solid images, more showing versus telling, and he wanted the ending to make more sense.  This is the revised piece.  When I first wrote it years ago, I thought it was OK, but I preferred the original better.  Now when I read it again, years later, I can appreciate how the edited poem is more literary, more professional.  However, I still prefer the original poem better because it is more of my style and captures the idea of what I was going for, which is the complete randomness of a given moment in time.  Here is the revised poem, so you can judge for yourself.

Nothing in Particular (Revised)

Rain falls on the ground,
a diagonal motion,
as flowers sprout and weeds grow,
pink worms slither on cement.

The pounding water echoes
the children’s laughter.
Boys sail paper ships
in muddy puddles,
lovers skinny-dip in the lake.
A blue and yellow night
where moonlight reflects
off matted hair, embracing flesh
and soaked clothes cling to skin.

A thunderstorm rages,
rattling the doors
of the silent house,
where the clock has stopped,
but the candle burns.
Water leaks
on the floor,
bloodstains
and broken glass.

A kaleidoscope of colors
behind closed eyes.
“Breathe in,
breathe out,”
said the yoga instructor.
Dancing stars and butterflies.
“Breathe in, breathe out,”
said the doctor.
A push, a cry…
A word is vast.