“People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness.
Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’ve gotten lost.”
~ Dalai Lama XIV
Peace blessings in homes, in vineyards, and reminders to “send peace”! And as ever, my heartfelt thank you’s to those who’ve shared these wonderful images.
Favorite treat in honor of a loved one / near Dayton, Ohio
Send Peace! / Mid-Atlantic States
Influenced by Bob Marley's "3 Little Birds" / Ohio
Peace, Love & Rock 'n Roll
Alfred & Mary's Winery / Mosel Valley, Germany
(ps: you can see all “where in the world is peace?” images compiled on our special “where in the world is peace?” page. Totes, mugs and things are available here. Send your own pictures to 52weeksofpeace@gmail.com and we’ll also post them on our FaceBook page. Let’s see where peace goes!)
“The Dragon is magnificent. Symbolizing power and wealth, the Dragon is flamboyant, attractive and full of vitality and strength.”
rough sketch of dragon face, © Patricia Saxton
In Western literature, the Dragon is a symbol of great fortune. In Eastern culture, he represents extraordinary power. In Chinese tradition, the Dragon is considered divine. In every culture, this fantastic beast is “larger than life”, mysterious, passionate and fearless.
So in this Year of the Dragon, special honor is given this legendary creature. And if myth and tradition hold true, it’s probably fair to say that we’ll feel Dragon’s commanding presence in some pretty dynamic ways.
"Honor the Dragon" sketch, © Patricia Saxton
Remember those last 3 “most magical of markers” I told you about, the ones that are no longer made? Well, I found one more… must have dropped it in the backyard garden. (You never know where things’ll show up!)
“I’d like to teach the world to sing….in perfect harmony… ”
Week #59 / 52 Weeks of Peace (squared) / © Patricia Saxton
Interesting what the mind holds on to and randomly pops back out. Here’s a link to the ad that inspired the idea for this peace sign (all these years later!). Some of you will remember this one well. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ib-Qiyklq-Q&feature=related
Antique Illustration, Artist Unknown
Rhythm and rhyme, poetry, painting and piano. These things I got from my mother. Order, practicality, patience, deliberation and self-reliance ~ these came from my father. Sometimes the blending has an excellent, really pleasing effect. Other times it’s conflicted, my free spirit feeling trapped inside its Virgo shell.
But however these traits play out on any given day, (perhaps depending on the star’s alignment), I can’t imagine life without a pen for words, a pencil or brush for pictures, without the ability to make music, or dance my own dance. Maybe it’s DNA, maybe it’s God-given. All I know is that it’s all just there. Demanding my attention, every day, at all hours.
So at some point in life, I accept and embrace the call, resign to the destiny that DNA or God (or both) bestowed. I know it’s not a hobby, a fancy of youth, a moment in the sun. This thing called creativity throbs with every pulse. I choose to honor it, even though I’m not so sure the choice is mine, and even though it would be so much tidier to work at something with obvious beginnings and ends. But such, it seems, is not my fate.
Of course, I have no corner on this thing called creativity. There are many of you out there, and you know exactly what I’m talking about!
There are, however, many of you out there who also live and breathe creativity and (I think) don’t know it. You think it requires the painting of a picture, the writing of a story, the composing of a song, the designing of a home or the sculpting of stone into an angel. I don’t believe that it does.
What about the teacher who gets through to an otherwise struggling student, by using an original approach? What about the doctor who discovers a unique treatment? What about the accountant who produces an efficient software program? What about the farmer who figures how to grow a tastier tomato or develops a new fertilizer? What about the pilot who dreams of a better aircraft? What about the engineer, like my father, who measured things with facts and figures, and invented industry-changing processes?
I think that “this thing called creativity” runs through all our veins ~ it just manifests in very different ways. (Thank goodness for that!) And whether or not it’s nurtured ~ and whether or not, like a muscle, it is used and strengthened or becomes limp from neglect ~ simply makes it seem more real or not.
© Patricia Saxton
Almost like clockwork, my mind turns to black & white imagery… as it did last January, and the January before that. I hadn’t realized that! In truth of course, it’s not just a once a year thing ~ I’ve always been drawn to the power and beauty of black & white art, probably from the first time I picked up that favorite tool of mine (the #2 pencil), and sensed that magic was held within its lead.
So, once again I’ll post the original text (which remains meaningful to me), and share some choice imagery. (If you want to skip to the pictures, I won’t be offended!)
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Each year, a new Ansel Adams wall calendar hangs on the door leading to my studio. His superbly articulated, stunning black and white photography reminds me daily of my love for the natural world and the innumerable shades, shapes, shadows and tones that create, change, and emerge from, our world.
Yet the classic beauty and the powerful visual possibilities of black and white are often neglected. Straight black and white design is often passed by in favor of any use of color. As if black and white implied something dull or less important. Which is far from the truth!
When used well, black and white is intensely dramatic, vigorous, elegant and rich. It can make a powerful point without the distraction of colors. It plays on bright or moody, or edgy or slick in ways that color cannot. It can sparkle with cleanliness, and shimmer with subtlety. When used well, it expresses itself with undisguised strength, character and integrity.
Of course, not all photographers have the eye nor skill of an Ansel Adams. Not all designers *see* in black and white. Clients rarely consider it. But it would be nice to see a greater appreciation of the noble duo of black and white.
When people want straight talk, when they want the truth, they’ll say “tell me in black and white”. But people often speak in shades of gray, or dress their language in garish colors for dramatic effect. And so it can be with design – a multitude of colors may become too competitive, potentially drowning in an undifferentiated sea of tones or gussied up so much the point is lost for the color, like shouting for attention in a crowd.
Color, in and of itself, is naturally beautiful. Bold, rich fusions of color. Earthy color, otherworldy color. Pale, cool, warm or dense. It’s vibrant and alive and emotional. But color alone will not make a bad design good. And it’s not so much that color is overrated, but that black and white is underrated. The effects of black and white can be pretty spectacular.
Stripped of color, a million shades become a lansdcape of lights and darks that blend and weave and bounce against one another to create a very rich whole. A striking black and white image often touches us unexpectedly … refreshing, engaging, and wonderfully inspiring. It’s raw and fundamental – and like a good story, it’s satisfying. Like a good story, it allows your mind to add its own color by filling in the parts left unsaid.
Enough said. Enjoy.
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
~ Albert Einstein
I love this! The following is an inspiring lesson on the enormous value of curiosity and wonder, shared through a truly worthwhile video from a community-based online education group called Skillshare. Many thanks to the Skillshare folks for putting this out there!
If you have kids or young adults in your life, share it with them too. Share it with anyone who appreciates learning, life and the human potential, anyone who thinks they’ve “done it all”, and those who may have temporarily misplaced a passion for what makes things tick.
Above all, keep asking questions. Keep wonder alive!
I’m working on a project that calls for a special kind of pen. A marker, to be exact. My favorite marker. I might even go so far as to say the perfect marker.
Then I remembered a sad truth: these most magical of markers have been discontinued. They don’t make them anymore. Which is just wrong. They were the best. They were beloved. They should bring them back.
You think it silly perhaps to mourn the loss of a pen? Maybe if you understood that they had just the right feel, just the right flexibility, just the right fluidity and just the right saturation. They didn’t dry out easily and lasted for ages.
Any professional knows that the right tools matter. For designers, no artist marker held a candle to these.
The good news is, I found 3 remaining markers tonight. In a special box, hidden inside a cupboard, hoarded like secret chocolates. The bad news is that the end is near. It’s the last dance. And I’m not happy about that.
Seriously, they really should bring them back.
Because sometimes you feel peace in your roots. Sometimes honor. Sometimes you just like ’em.
Week #58 / 52 Weeks of Peace (squared) / © Patricia Saxton
And on this day ~ just an ordinary day ~ I wish you peace, and offer a few favorite ancestral words to the wise:
“Love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self.” / “One good turn deserves another.” / “Fair words won’t make the pot boil.” / “Twelve highlanders and a bagpipe make a rebellion.” / “Be happy while you’re living, for you’re a long time dead.” / “He was a bold man who first ate a Haggis.”
