Art, poetry, & flowers, and the greatest of all these is… well, trick question, can’t decide, all are my favorites. If you frequent this blog, you probably already know that I’m grateful for many things on this earth that spins right round. Today, for instance, I found myself feeling thankful for the soulful and spirited poetry of Blythe Baird.
A couple of her poems really inspired me (such as theories about the universe), but i found myself wanting to read and re-read you are a force of nature. To make the poem available for my reading pleasure come morning, afternoon and evening, I transferred my favorite lines onto a flower pot. Fitting for a girl who loves poetry, flowers and art, right?
Jon’s dad has told me the story of how he got engaged not once, not twice, but perhaps five or six times. I know his wife took 24 hours to say yes and that he borrowed money from his brother for her ring.
Lately, Jon keeps telling me that his softball team begins playing on Friday, April 25th — he reminded me last Monday, last Friday, and just before he fell asleep tonight. His face lights up with 7 different kinds of joy each time he talks about his team’s inevitable victory.
I’ve never told Jon’s dad that I already know how he got engaged, and I never remind Jon that the softball information is on the calendar. Thing is, I like seeing their faces light up when they talk about something that gets them 7 kinds of excited.
You know what gets me excited? Are the pictures giving it away? Spring. It’s probably not necessary to tell everyone that my favorite season has arrived, but I’m busying enjoying walks and bike-rides and blooming flowers and feeling the plain-old-goodness of 50 and sunny.
Do you have a story that never gets old? Something that makes you smile every time you tell the tale?
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I like good blogs and the people that write them. I was reminded of this fact when I posted a ♡2♡and received feedback that was not only kind, but wise and inspiring.
Your sweet comments chimed in my head as I toured the Minnesota Institute of Art today, and I came to the conclusion that my readers are just as soulful as Matisse.
Not sure you believe the compliment? Well well well, Mr. Matisse said ”an artist should never be a prisoner of himself, of style, of reputation, of success.” My readers offered the following thoughts on success (click photo to visit their blog):
See the connection? Heart and soul and a whole lot of goodness in all these answers.
I was and still am extremely grateful for your kindness. Matisse (see above) would be impressed. And speaking of kindness, check out this exhibit on compassion:
Just lovely, right? I meditated for a good 20 minutes while passerby walked around and snapped photographs and chatted with their friends. Gotta tap into that internal source.
I would like to be gifted three public walls. If that’s too much to ask, just one will do. Thing is, i’ve got questions to ask and i need some answers, stat.
So one question per wall: who do you love? what are you reading? what are you thankful for?
Or, I suppose, I could use one wall for questions and the other two for something else? That might be ideal because i think every town needs a doodle-wall — a space designated for crayons and markers and pens and bringing all your notebook creations to life.
If the universe smiles upon me and I get three walls, well, the third won’t go to waste: I’d create a community directory. How would this work, you wonder?
People would take a polaroid, write their name and an interesting fact on the white space, and then hang their picture on the wall. This way, when we’re in the park or waiting for the bus or walking our dog, we can smile and wave and call one another by name.
Can someone call the mayor for me? Help me get my walls? What would you do if the mayor gave you a wall?
Unexpected pleasures stop us in our tracks and remind us that life is good. These bits of joy disrupt our day as a reminder to enjoy the moment and focus on the little things. A welcome distraction, right? Street art is a simple way to send an inspiring message to the masses, and the distraction from daily activities is almost always appreciated.
To get in on the action, I planned a small street art project of my own. Without the innovation, budget or scope of the artists above (click on the pictures to learn more about their artwork) I still figured I could make my neighbors smile by ‘eye-bombing’ inanimate objects. What do you think? Is my silly little project worth a smile?
Every so often you meet someone that appears destined for greatness. These people triumph over their circumstances, and the world just seems to work in their favor. It’s hard to tell whether these people are turning tricks and making their luck, or whether the universe is conspiring to push them onward and upward. Either way, it’s obvious that something wonderful is definitely in the making.
I met Megan Doman by sheer chance, and when we started chatting about art, I knew she was a kindred spirit. Megan studied interior design as an undergraduate, and then she started working for a design team in the Twin Cities. Problematically, her passion for drawing and creating artwork kept her from feeling fulfilled at the office.
Megan decided to turn her can’ts into cans and her dreams into plans: she quit her desk job, moved back home, set up an art studio, and dedicated herself to creating art. I met Megan just as she was beginning a ‘sweet-indulgence’ collection, and I suggested that we showcase her talent in a ‘pop-up art gallery.’
Megan created ten original artworks for the show, and we created a makeshift gallery on the street behind my apartment. An alternative way to gain exposure, sure, but Megan’s work deserves to be seen and enjoyed. Pictures of the event are below, and if you want to bring Megan’s work from the alley into your home or office, visit her webshop.
And y’all, Megan didn’t just show people pictures of tempting treats, she also fed them. That’s definitely my kind of girl:
Congrats on a great show Megan!!
Also, another big thank you to Kristine at Apricot Lane in St. Louis Park. She made sure that I was looking just as stylish as the artwork in that Chevron Top and Black Jeans. Thank you!
Did I getcha? 😉
What I actually did today was write letters to strangers on the backside of colorful construction paper, and then turned the notes into paper airplanes. I placed the colorful planes around the University of Minnesota campus.
The idea is that a stranger will take the plane out of the tree, and then the letter inside will come be a surprise. A discovery, of sorts. Each letter is unique, and talks vaguely about the importance of taking chances. When I was in college, I wasn’t entirely sure that studying art history was the greatest choice, but I had faith that the dots would connect down the line. And you know what? Everything worked out better than I could have imagined. Nothing at all went according to plan, however.
But still, the message that I wanted to share was simply to be patient, continue to follow your dreams, and don’t be afraid to take a risk.
Isn’t the view of the city from the UofM bridge gorgeous?
The bridge leads right to the art museum, and so, being me, I wandered into the galleries to see some art:
And speaking of notes, have you seen the Disney short film The Paperman? It’s a ‘must see’ if you have 90 seconds: