Kick Start your Imagination! You can do it!

Open you mind, suspend your reality.

Dream big,  ~ Dream wild ~ Dream imaginative. Remember when you were a kid? All things are possible and fun in our world of pure imagination when we’re young. Go there now!

Nothing is better than releasing your pent up emotions by retreating to a place where you decide the outcome ~ with your imagination!

By beglib3

My Dream car – the past, the future – all shiny and surrealistically romantic!

Anything can happen – that I want – in my dreamworld. Come join me there, you won’t be sorry!

Imagination – Yours for the dreaming of … make it so, now!

Hoping your weekend has been the best ever, have an excellent week ahead my friends, and remember to take care of you ~ Penny

The Artist

By Karpati Gabor2The Artist Creates

Regardless of age, situation or circumstance, the artistic quality shines through when an artist creates. How glorious to partake of the view from an artistic eye. How wonderful to enjoy the amazing beauty and fulsome imagination an artist presents.

Whether art be produced with pallet, brush and paint, by camera, music notes, the written word, or other creative rendering, an artist produces because he or she must and we the audience view their reflections of life because we equally must.

“To partake of beauty from the artistic soul

is to enhance our own awareness and understanding

of who we are and what we are capable!”

Penny L Howe, 2014

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Thanks for stopping by, I hope you’ve been being creative yourself (as all bloggers are inherently creative – I’ll take that as a given!) Remember to take time to take care of you! Your muse will thank you!

~ Penny

The Flow of Words , haibun writing – an assignment!

By nioanto

Hi everyone,

I’ve been working on a blog dedicated to the writing of haibun for awhile now, but it has been ‘slow going’ for a variety of reasons. Today I’d like to pass along some information from a recent posting in The Haven of Haibun (this blog is still a work in progress – very few posts to date – but do visit if you’d like to.)

As for those interested in the ‘haibun style of writing’ read on:

Focus, Observation, and Flow of words. Key elements.

Consider the art of writing haibun from the singular purpose of capturing a flow when you write.

Your Assignment -Watch the flow of moving water in nature for awhile. Focus on the flow, observe its nature.

By vilhelmJourney to a nearby river, stream or the ocean and shore line. Even a fountain in a park will do. Any body of moving water near you. Take a journal along. When you arrive at this location, be in the moment mentally and physically. Take the time to experience everything happening with the water.

Walk along the water (if possible) for awhile. Watch the water’s movement. Observe the various currents. The water’s ebbs and flows. Whether rapid, fast moving swollen rivers, or gentle gurgling streams, notice the changes. The flow or flux (variability) of moving water in nature exhibits many of the characteristics with which we humans contend in our own emotional natures. There is a connection to be made here. You want your visceral experience to relate to your written word.

Think about how the water flows.

Haibun words should move in a like manner. While sentence structure defines how we connect words to one another to create expression and/or narrative, of even greater value for artistic writing is the ability to consider positioning or placement of each word used from the perspective of flow. A few examples:

There is a flower growing in the meadow.

a meadow flower grows.

Growing flower of the meadow.

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Completing your assignment with your written words: Write a haibun that is a thought or memory of an experience regarding the flow of water. Sensations and emotional feelings can add much here.

See if you can match the flow of water to your words. Follow the general rules (read more here if needed) for writing your Water Haibun, (one or several paragraphs with accompanying haiku) and be sure to enjoy the process.

Good writing be with you,

Penny

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No Safe Side to Midnight – Scarier Sequel to earlier Scary Story!

I wrote (for me) a scary story a few months ago. The Safer Side of Midnight. Being Halloween I was persuaded to write a sequel to this story. We left our heroine in a rather precarious situation, happily she manages to get away (that’s another story though). But for this story it’s Midnight and our heroine is …

Scary story, part 2

No Safe Side to Midnight

Was this hell? She couldn’t tell! Things were so unclear, she opened her eyes, only to be horrified by what she saw staring back at her.

the beginning of evil

“Do you see what I see, my pretty one?” He leans in towards her, his words smooth, a sinuous whisper.

She shudders, struggling in a futile attempt to move, trying to look away even as his hands and arms hold her securely. Staring deeply into her lovely green eyes he notices the gathering cloudiness as they fill with fear, dread … and … something more.

“Ah, yes” He thinks. He feels both her fear and her growing desire. He pulls her closer, sighing deeply. His hot breath flays her flesh, while his lips rest gently against her ear.

“I can feel it, you know” he whispers.  “The evil without. The boundaries of your immaculate being contain an evil. Not inside your soul, mind you.” He pauses to laugh. “Not yet anyway!”

He laughs harder. A harsh sound, resonating like echoes from bat wings, flapping in a cave, wakening for a midnight feast. She closes her eyes, he continues to whisper, assaulting her other senses.

“The evil you wear without is of the finest veneer. A covering so paper thin as to have almost no existence.” His tongue savors her taste as he lazily laps an earlobe, pausing once again in contemplation. Her body shivers. He laughs. Playing with her emotions is such a delicious sensation.

“Yes, hardly there at all. This evil laid upon you in a previous life. You were so innocent, more easily tempted then, but it’s still there, your weakness. I feel this exquisite coating, layered upon the exterior of your soul. This ‘oh so slender veneer’ of evil calls you to me as does your purity.”

“Such a heady mixture of both, I can barely contain myself now that I have you, my ‘oh so’ pretty one.” His voice rich, sultry, seductive, playing with the nuance of each whispered word, hypnotic in its intensity of purpose.

the evil within

She feels him staring at her again! Compelling! She opens her eyes. His look, piercing. She tries again to turn away. Her fear, the captured prey of a wild beast. A beast as surely he is, and yet there is a longing – growing deep inside her – a craving, a desire! The fear is real, yet so is the growing need. How to resist? She senses him, can smell his heat and her own, a dampness to her skin, she shakes with the intensity of need, panting …

Waking suddenly, she sits straight up in her bed! Another nightmare. They were becoming more frequent and certainly more realistic.

More than a year since her escape from the cemetery. A lucky thing. The ‘being’ that had first spoken to her had whisked her away from the others. She still wasn’t sure how he’d accomplished this feat. Her body and spirit still badly bruised from the ordeal. He had left her in another part of the woods. His final words were, “I’m saving you for myself, I’ll find you later, after I take care of Him”. She wasn’t sure what sort of creature he was, but grateful for her life, she had made her way home.

And then she moved, far away. Changed her name, did everything she could to leave no trail. Created a new life. The past had stayed in the past until recently – when the dreams began.

What was she going to do now? During daylight hours she had begun to recall previous lives. She remembered the constant running but knew there was something else. But what? She needed to remember in order to protect herself; and even more to the point – why?

Why were they searching for her? Who were they? If it came to that, who was she and what is so special that she can’t remember? And in the meantime – Dear God! She covered her face with her hands. A nightmare when asleep, a nightmare when awake. Too much for any mortal to take, and now she’s beginning  to wonder – is she mortal? She doesn’t know anymore.

Looking through her bedside window she could see it was still dark outside. Did she even dare try to get more sleep? She had been safe during the day, since she moved. But now, he could find her in her dreams. And there were two of them chasing her, the creature from the cemetery and the demon he had summoned. It was all too much. Her memories of the past, her recent memories and now her fear.

What was she going to do?

“Perhaps I can help?” A voice said quietly, from the other side of her bedroom. There was someone there. In her room, sitting in the bedroom chair. Shadowy, indistinct but there, none-the-less …  and she was awake.

No safe side to midnight!

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~ Penny

Internet take me away, let virtual reality be my lover!

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Of course I don’t mean this … of course I don’t … not really. Even if almost every single person I meet online in the blogging world is so darn wonderful. What’s up with that? It’s as if part of the criteria for become a blogger much less a Word Press blogger is to be cool, caring and talented too.

I can count on being entertained, informed and certainly having a caring and listening (figuratively speaking) ear when I blog or view YouTube, tweet on Twitter, post on Google+ or Facebook, plus all the other social media places one can go today to be creatively stimulated and cared for. I can certainly become engaged in a conversation and my day enhanced through beautiful sounds and sights and thoughts and ideas, written words, beautiful photographs, musical videos, and on and on.

I mean, my rescuing knight in shining armor really is one – online (well virtually speaking). Although, now that I think about it, I miss the white horse!

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Well there you go, a beautiful while horse!

See, with our virtual world, it’s right there at our fingertips – fulfillment of a digital kind. Thank you, all you wonderful people in this online worldwide network of communications and connections! Have a great weekend everyone!

~ Penny

I lay me down

By mxruben

I lay me down

look up at skies

no end in view

before my eyes.

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Just perfect blue

or so it seems

my lying here

with just my dreams.

Worries gone

they’ve disappeared

There’s only now

without the fears.

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If I might wish

and make it so

my peaceful state

to grow and grow.

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Then I will rise

renewed ’til when

I lay me down

and dream again.

~ Penny L Howe, 2013

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A most happy weekend everyone,

~ Penny

Criticism – the good, the bad and the ugly!

The Talent of The Artistic Mind
and Criticism
 

It’s quite possible, in fact probable that I may take some heat from this post, which is of course perfectly acceptable. Bring it on!

THE ARTIST

The wordartist here applies to anyone who creates. They may use any format, any medium, any creative talent and will produce something original. Written words, musical sounds, lyrics, paintings, photography, movies, videos, sculpture, crafting, dancing, acting, style, design, digital, chemical, architectural, physical – any inventive application of our imagination.

“Imagination is more important than knowledge. .    For knowledge is limited to all we now know and understand, while imagination embraces the entire world, and all there ever will be to know and understand.” – Albert Einstein.

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CRITICISM – THE GOOD

To me ”Constructive Criticism” is a refined and effective type of critical feedback. The reader/viewer/listener will tell you what they find ”good” about your creative endeavors and share what can be improved upon. So far so good. When you ask a person to “critique” your work pick someone you know to be skilled in the area of your artistry. They will give you an informed perspective of their opinion. Most artistry comes with learning the “tools of the trade”. This is important. The person who is offering critical feedback should be knowledgeable in this manner. If you don’t personally know someone like this, ask a fellow artist who they may know.

CRITICISM – THE BAD

There are many out there in the online world wide web of everything that profess to being “experts”! Many are well qualified but some are not. Research! Find out more about those you would ask for advice. Be very careful in whom you approach for critical appraisal.

CRITICISM – THE UGLY

Okay this is where I think I’m going to take a hit from some “professionals” in various fields. The world is in a flux of change. Some of the tried and true “rules” of what and how you should create (in any given medium) is evolving. There is a wellspring of innovative talent from around the world merging with one another right now. This means experimentation with creative new styles and methods.

Don’t let “experts” rain on your parade and tell you what is wrong with your art because it is different. Those who are tied to the past cannot easily see the essence of the future springing from your words, your art, your style of acting, your music, your photography, your videos, your technology, and so on. Be you! Create from the heart. You’re the Artist of your work, not them.

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“The artist is still a little like the old court jester. He’s supposed to speak his vicious paradoxes with some sense in them, but he isn’t part of whatever the fabric is that makes a nation.” – William Faulkner
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Thanks for stopping by. Have a wonderful day.
~ Penny
(Republished)

Your Creative World … and beyond!

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… How full is it?

Good morning, my Monday morning. (Your Monday morning, midday, afternoon, evening or Tuesday depending on your location on our planet.) So what are you up to in your today of things? What’s your creativity quotient?

How many wonderful words will you write today? How many photographs creating potterywill you take? How much creativity will come forth from your mind as you convert personal thoughts, feelings and ideas into the beautiful rhythm of life – inventing creative patterns in a myriad of expressive ways; words, photographs, paintings, crafts, music, electronics, numbers, actions.

It’s all up there inside of you. Just waiting for that signal in your mind … that catalyst … that “something” that fills you with so much energy and desire, you just can’t help yourself with the need to creatively express.

And before you decide it’s not going to happen today, think again! Why not? You’re talented, capable, gifted (You are too – I heard that!). Take a good look around. View things from the eyes of an artist (you). What do you want to do with what you’re seeing? Your vistas, your imaginations, your creations … yours.

Yes, turn on your muse. It’s the on and off switch located in your brainhelping hand creating right next to the other wants and desires switches. It’s the biggest one! Turn it on! You know you want to.

Create today … or help someone else create … either way your muse will thank you!

Have a great week of weeks everyone, remember to enjoy each day your living in, in fact, make the most of it. Yours to do so!

- Penny