It’s time for a little inspiration!
Colorbok scrapbook paper,
The Paper Studio Everyday Type scrapbook paper I tried to find links for these, no luck.
I used acrylic paint, aqua and quin magenta
Play day was full of lots of new experiments see it HERE
Brian Miller really inspired me with this weeks Artist Gang Tuesday
See the supplies and video
I love it when you all share your work that my videos inspire…. I always want to share them….. I promised a few people this week that I would share what they have created…. however as the week progressed I couldn’t find everyone that I had wanted… If you have art to share …. please send me an email firstname.lastname@example.org ,that way I can for sure get it up her and share the love and creativity!
Hannah has created some really lovely pieces
Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history with your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt, But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness u pset you? Why are you beset with gloom? Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells pumping in my living room.
Just Like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard, cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines diggin in my own back yard.
You may shoo me with your words. You may cut me with your eyes. You may kill me iwth your hatefulness, Bit still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise that I dance like I’ve got diamonds at the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame, I rise. Up from a past that’s rooted in pain, I rise. I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behingd nights of terror and fear, I rise. Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear, I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise,
My friend, rise! Be fierce about where you want to go. Be bold, confident, sexy, loud, sassy, resilient with a heart of love and gratitude. Let the past go, it doesn’t matter where you have come from or how many times you have fallen….no more excuses, no more blame, no more victim…… But still like air YOU rise!
You are loved!