Inspiration, Lists, The way I operate Christina Rosalie Inspiration, Lists, The way I operate Christina Rosalie

Things I crave right now:

1) Having paint on my fingers and making things again. 2) Splattering paint on the page & blotting a wet brush on the corner of my terry robe. 3) Sitting in a bright oval of lamplight in my new studio, stuff still in boxes everywhere, and not minding when a little paint gets on the floor. 4) Eating dinner outside, with shadows growing long across the slatted table. 5) Licking my fingers after eating something sweet. 6) Walking with my guys after dinner along new trails; finding a pond with a topsy-turvy bird house on a pole, and an old stone wall from long ago. 7) This song. It has the perfect beat. Hearing it once is not enough. 8) The way DH has been glancing at me lately, across the room. In that kind of way. 9) Fresh sheets and fresh flowers in my bedroom 10) A clothesline mood wall like Mav’s to hang whatever strikes my whimsy.

What are you craving?

(Go on, you know you want to write a list!)

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Inspiration Christina Rosalie Inspiration Christina Rosalie

Wild creating

An empty page; rough sketch paper, then black paint in arcs. I have no idea what my creation will be. I rip paper, and find I'm drawn (after all-day rainstorms,) to the bright images of peoney blooms in a glossy magazine page. I press the shreds of the hot pink pentals onto the page, then swipe them with the slick sticky gel on my brush. I let myself create a mess. Nothing makes sense. The images are incongruent, random, and incomplete. I add ripped bits of sentences I copied from online dictionaries about this word: wild (n) deviating widely from an intended course.

Then I talk on the phone with my best friend, my head and shoulder cradling the receiver, letting my mind travel elsewhere; letting chaos ensue on the page. When I look down and realize I've rubbed a lot of white paint onto the images a short brush, and suddenly a humming bird arrives. It’s flight path off kilter, angling down. This is my creation: a zig zag of wildness, this uncontainable, too-fast flutterer, almost like my heart tonight. When I allow the wild part of my brain to take over, creation invariably happens.

The theme at mamasaysom this week is wild. Go have some fun here, or here.

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