Paper Cut-Out Hearts.
Paper cut-out hearts,
X’s and O’s,
These are the things that truly melt my Valentine heart.
Cheers & Happy Valentine O’s,
The Happiest Happy of All
I know we live in a world
that says do what makes you happy,
and I get that…
But the happiness you get
from making someone else happy
might just be the happiest happy of all.
Cheers & Hugs,
P.S. This photo is a section of a 3-foot tall piece of art I created for a special young lady who has a few of my other abstract pieces in her home and asked me to make another to complement them. I can’t wait to give it to her and then see how it looks in her home. I sure hope it makes her as happy as it made me creating it for her.
Mason the Pickle-Loving Monkey.
Mason was a monkey that many considered fickle.
Instead of eating bananas, Mason loved a sour dill pickle.
He would often pay a nickel,
and sometimes even triple
for that tart, tangy prickle
of a pickle on pumpernickel.
On tasting leaves and seeds, he was truly noncommittal,
for his taste buds and his palate, they simply did not tickle.
He loved the pleasant pucker, and he would often stickle
over anything that was even remotely artificial.
Dilled cucumbers he claimed to be the official
absolute favorite and most nutritional.
Cheers & Hugs,
Mason the Pickle-Loving Monkey is another in a series of paintings and poems I am working on for a new children’s book. This new book will be special because it is going to feature characters that are based on the grandchildren of my best friends. Mason is the grandson of Joyce, son of Nikole, and brother of Ella.
Other fun products, like pillows, canvas prints, tote bags and much more are also available at our Mx2D Society6 Shop.
I will begin putting my book together soon and let you all know about it! If you are interested in my first children’s book of watercolor animals and silly poems, you can find it here: Klaus the Mouse and Other Silly Animal Tales.
Ella the Elephant.
Even as a baby, Ella was an exceptional elephant.
Her charm and her wisdom were immediately evident.
Not only was she stunning and delightfully elegant,
she was also most exceedingly well-spoken and eloquent.
As Ella grew she organized an annual innovator’s event
where she spoke about the things she was going to invent.
Carrying a book wherever she traveled and went,
Ella could easily recite the most informative content.
She understood the principles of what democracy meant,
and she cared very deeply about the environment.
Ella had a backbone that simply couldn’t be bent.
She clearly was destined to be the President.
Cheers & Hugs,
Ella the Elephant is another in a series of paintings and poems I am working on for a new children’s book. This new book will be special because it is going to feature characters that are based on the grandchildren of my best friends. Ella is the granddaughter of Joyce and daughter of Nikole, and they are three very special ladies in my life, as are their guys.
I have one more special character to create before I begin putting this book together. The poem for Mason the Monkey is already written, and I can’t wait to paint him. Mason is Ella’s brother, and I’m looking forward to sharing him with you.
Evie the Egret.
Evie was the cutest egret
you ever will have met.
The way her big blue eyes were set
was in a way you couldn’t forget.
Evie’s fluffy feathers, even when they were wet,
created the most fantastic egret silhouette.
Evie was a part of an all-girl egret quartet
where she was featured playing the alto clarinet.
The other girls, whose names were Annette and Suzette,
played backup to the leader, a brunette named Claudette.
Evie was known to fret
and sometimes get upset
because her name wasn’t Yvette
or maybe even Paulette.
But Evie didn’t long regret
for it was silly to be upset
when you really were the cutest little egret
from the U.S. to Tibet.
Cheers & Hugs,
Evie the Egret is another in a series of paintings and poems I am working on for a new children’s book. This new book will be kind of special because it will feature characters that are based on the grandchildren of my best friends. Evie is the first grandaughter of my bestie, Jill, and the second child of Jackie, my McHendy daughter, who first inspired me to start this blog.
I have two more special surprise characters to create before I begin putting this book together, so look for them in upcoming posts.
Ben the Brave Little Beetle Bug.
Nestled in a rare and exotic Persian rug,
lived Ben, the very bravest little beetle bug.
Many of his friends preferred to stay snug,
but Ben liked to go out and dance the jitterbug.
To get to the club, that was named Jolly Jug,
Ben had to sneak past a tough, ferocious thug.
Doug was the meanest bug north of the wall plug.
He was known to pinch and swing and punch and slug.
Doug lived in a filthy, fur-covered shag rug
beneath slumbering Brutus, the beloved family pug.
Ben would wait patiently each night for a tiny little tug
from his dance partner and best friend – Lucy the lady bug.
He would carefully inspect Doug’s grumpy ole mug
to assure he was sleeping as snug as a bug.
Then he bravely would venture, without even a shrug,
to go dancing with Lucy and give her a hug.
You may not think dancing is such a brave chug,
but consider the diminutive size of a little beetle bug
and how far it would ultimately be just to lug
your teensy-weensy body out of that safe and snug rug.
Cheers & Hugs,
Ben the Beetle Bug is another in a series of paintings and poems I am working on for a new children’s book. This new book will be kind of special because it will feature characters that are based on the grandchildren of my best friends. Ben is the first grandson of my bestie, Jill, and the first son of Jackie, my McHendy daughter, who first inspired me to start this blog.
Ben also brings to mind and heart a dear boy and his grandma (Gem) who are regular visitors here at TheCreativeLifeInBetween.com blog who were huge encouragers for my first book, Klaus the Mouse and other Silly Animal Tales.
A Caterpillar Named Clara.
There once was a colorful caterpillar whose name was Clara.
She had lashes so long, she did not need mascara.
When playing with Grandma – who called her Clara Beara,
she would often play dress up and wear a tiara.
They pretended she was a princess who lived in the Sahara
or perhaps even on the French Riviera.
Her most favorite dinner was spaghetti carbonara,
which she smothered in ladles of rich marinara.
Her Daddy loved to cook, so he would prepara,
and he put a bib on her, so she wouldn’t a weara.
But a bath always followed with Mommy washing her haira
and lathering her skin with soothing aloe vera.
So into bed at night went a fresh clean Clara
to dream of spaghetti and princesses and tiaras.
Cheers & Hugs,
Instead of trying to explain the muse that drew me to recently create this huge abstract piece – the largest, most “abstract” painting I’ve done to date – 4 foot wide (48 inches) x 30 inches tall – I will share this quote from one of my absolute all time favorite books….
A book I have read and listened to the author read several times – Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert:
“Let me list for you some of the many ways in which you might be afraid to live a more creative life: You’re afraid you have no talent. You’re afraid you’ll be rejected or criticized or ridiculed or misunderstood or—worst of all—ignored. You’re afraid there’s no market for your creativity, and therefore no point in pursuing it. You’re afraid somebody else already did it better. You’re afraid everybody else already did it better. You’re afraid somebody will steal your ideas, so it’s safer to keep them hidden forever in the dark. You’re afraid you won’t be taken seriously. You’re afraid your work isn’t politically, emotionally, or artistically important enough to change anyone’s life. You’re afraid your dreams are embarrassing. You’re afraid that someday you’ll look back on your creative endeavors as having been a giant waste of time, effort, and money. You’re afraid you don’t have the right kind of discipline. You’re afraid you don’t have the right kind of work space, or financial freedom, or empty hours in which to focus on invention or exploration. You’re afraid you don’t have the right kind of training or degree. You’re afraid you’re too fat. (I don’t know what this has to do with creativity, exactly, but experience has taught me that most of us are afraid we’re too fat, so let’s just put that on the anxiety list, for good measure.) You’re afraid of being exposed as a hack, or a fool, or a dilettante, or a narcissist. You’re afraid of upsetting your family with what you may reveal. You’re afraid of what your peers and coworkers will say if you express your personal truth aloud. You’re afraid of unleashing your innermost demons, and you really don’t want to encounter your innermost demons. You’re afraid your best work is behind you. You’re afraid you never had any best work to begin with. You’re afraid you neglected your creativity for so long that now you can never get it back. You’re afraid you’re too old to start. You’re afraid you’re too young to start. You’re afraid because something went well in your life once, so obviously nothing can ever go well again. You’re afraid because nothing has ever gone well in your life, so why bother trying? You’re afraid of being a one-hit wonder. You’re afraid of being a no-hit wonder”
The first stroke on a huge canvas can be so scary, yet so exciting and liberating at the same time.
The brushes and pallet knives and paints are art themselves!
The finished piece…
which is – for now – hanging above our bed.
Its temporary home? Or its forever home? Either way is fine, because I kinda love it!
If it speaks to you, it is available here.
Cheers & Hugs,
Lily the Llama.
Lily the lovely La La Llama
lived in a posh resort down south in the Bahamas.
There were not many llamas
that lived in the Bahamas.
But Lily, the queen of drama,
never did see the prob-llama.
She lounged in her pajamas
that were purple with polka-dottas,
and liked to sing sonatas
like Hakuna Matata.
With a floral headband she wore all the time-a
she quickly became part of the local fauna.
It sure was fun for a lovely llama
to live in the Bahamas.
It made a nice vacation for her Dad and for her Momma,
and even for her Grandpa and her beloved, silly Grandmomma.
Cheers & Hugs,
Harper the Happy Hippo.
In a lazy, shallow river just outside of Ethiopia
lived Harper the happy hippo in a heavenly utopia.
The sun was always shining
while Harper was oft reclining.
Flamingos and pelicans and even a rare crane
shared and reveled in the balmy tropical terrain.
Harper loved to sing and play.
She smiled and chuckled and snorted all day.
She started a band
since her voice was in such demand.
She was surely the star of the show,
for who wouldn’t go
to see a purple singing hippo with pink painted toes
smiling and singing to the most beautiful prose.
A zebra was on the drums
while a cheetah’s guitar strings strummed.
Cymbals were clanged and clashed by a lively red-throated gazelle.
She was Harper’s closest girlfriend, and her name was Adele.
There wasn’t a happier hippo across the sea or land
than Harper the happy hippo and her Ethiopian wildlife band.
Cheers & Hugs,
PS Harper the Hippo is the second painting for my dear friend Pam (namesake, by the way, for Klaus’ friend Pam the Lamb). Harper is the baby sister of Lucas – Pam’s two grandchildren. If you’d like to learn more about my process or sales of paintings, poems, cards, pillows, and books, visit Sunday’s post here.