Showing posts with label paint brush. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paint brush. Show all posts

Friday, June 10, 2011

Henry Ward Beecher


"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures."











— Henry Ward Beecher

American Clergy, Author, Speaker

1813 - 1887














If you have ever read the biographies of famous artists and writers, you may have discovered that some of these creative geniuses were not the best of human beings.  They may have been mean and cruel to those they loved.  They may have had affairs of the heart.  They may have been paranoid and psychotic.  They may have been insecure and boorish.  Their personal lives never seem to match the beauty found in their art.





So where does the great creative work come from?  Every person has some good and bad within himself.    The best creative work comes from being in touch with the good within one's souls.  By doing so, creative leaders create great work that connects with what is best in all humans.  But the cost of such greatness is often the chaos of their personal lives.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Charlie Parker


"Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom.  If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn.  They teach you that music has boundaries.  But, man, there's no boundary line to art."











— Charlie Parker


American Jazz Saxophonist, Composer


1920 - 1955











Our art comes from our experiences, our thoughts, our wisdom and our dreams.  If we don't live life, art won't pour out of our brushes, our pens or our voices.  We need the experiences from life to generate our art.  We need to have loved and had our hearts broken.  We need to face failure and survive.  Art comes from our imperfections, not our perfections.  If the world was perfect, we would never create.  There would be no reason to create.  We would be happy and satisfied.  Art comes from our discontent — our unhappiness, our loneliness. 





So if you have been fired from your job, write a story about the experience of being fired.  Paint a picture of the boss that fired you.  Recreate the world the way you wish it would be.  If angel of death visits those you love, find a way to turn your grief into art.  If the person to whom you gave the best twenty years of your life leaves you for a younger person, create a painting of your feelings.  Anything that happens to you is fodder for your creativity.  Absorb the experience and re-imagine it happening to one of your characters.  Did you have an unhappy childhood?  Alter the past by changing the story.  Your life is the fuel for your art.  So live life to the fullest.





Take a few minutes and listen to Charlie Parker and be inspired.















Thursday, June 2, 2011

Eleanor Roosevelt


"Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art."












American Speaker, Author, Political Activist


1884 - 1962














In one sense, we all are artists.  We create the lives we lead.  While we may not have any control over what happens to us, we do have control how we respond to what happens to us.  And how we respond creates the person we become.  When you reach the end of the road one day and you look back at your life, what is the legacy you have left behind.  What kind of person have you become?  Will you be a grouchy, grumpy old drunk or a kind, caring matriarch?  Will you dance with laughter or worry and fret over the fact that your husband never puts down the toilet seat?  We all make choices in life and those choices create the lives we lead.  





Our lives are a work of art.  What color are your memories?  How many wrinkles line your dreams?  Do your hopes have arthritis?  What are you doing today that will create your legacy tomorrow?  What decisions are you making today that will form the core of your character tomorrow?  Life is about growth and change.  What lessons are you learning that will change your life?  Your life is a canvas.  Pick up your paint brush and start painting.  Live the life today that you will be proud of when you are 103.






Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Weldon Kees







"Modern society pushes people in the groove.  Although I was always interested in music and painting as well as poetry, at first I thought I had to concentrate on writing. . . one thing only.  But then the urge to paint was so strong I just went ahead and started oils.  And I didn't give up my writing — one did not exclude the other."












American Poet, Painter, Composer, Short Story Writer


1914 - 1955











As a creative leader, do you limit you creative expression to one type of art?  The common myth is that people can only do one thing.  Write poetry?  Paint portraits?  Compose music?  Write novels?  The myth is that we should focus on only one form of expression; otherwise, we will dilute our creativity not not do anything well.  We have become a society of specialists.  Painters should not write.  Writers should not play a musical instrument.  Actors should not write.





Kees believed that he could both paint and write.  "He said, "Shifting from one to the other I don't get into periods of absolute sterility that are often experienced by writers who just write, or painters who just paint."





Are you suffering from writer's block?  Pick up a paint brush and explore the world of color. Are you bored with painting?  Pick up a pen and write about your feelings.  Flipping back and forth between various art forms will keep you and your ideas fresh.





Here is a poem by Weldon Kees.





The Upstairs Room





It must have been in March the rug wore through.


Now the day passes and I stare


At warped pine boards my father's father nailed,


At the twisted grain.  Exposed, where emptiness allows,


Are the wormholes of eighty years; four generations' shoes


Stumble and scrape and fall


To the floor my father stained,


The new blood streaming from his head.  The drift


Of autumn fires and a century's cigars, that gun's


Magnanimous and brutal smoke, endure.


In March the rug was ragged as the past.  The thread


Rots like the lives we fasten on.  Now it is August,


And the floor is blank, worn smooth,


And, for my life, imperishable.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Rabindranath Tagore


"Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark."












Bengali Poet, Novelist, Musician, Painter, Playwright


1861 - 1941











Do you believe in your artistic talent?  Do you have faith in your creativity?  Do you let your creative light shine or do you hide it under a bushel basket and refuse to share it with the world?  Creative leaders need to have the faith that they are on the right path.  Even in those darkest hours before the dawn, you need to understand the sun will rise again — that your creative work is important.  Don't give up on yourself.  Don't give up on the work you do.  You are unique and special.  No one else can create the paintings, the poems or the novels that you can create.  If you don't use your creative gift to produce art, the world will have lost much.  So pick up your pen and write.  Pick up your brush and paint.  Pick up your guitar and sing.








Here is a poem by Tagore:








My Song


by Rabindranath Tagore








This song of mine will wind its music around you,


my child, like the fond arms of love.





The song of mine will touch your forehead


like a kiss of blessing.





When you are alone it will sit by your side and


whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd


it will fence you about with aloofness.





My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,


it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.





It will be like the faithful star overhead


when dark night is over your road.





My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes,


and will carry your sight into the heart of things.





And when my voice is silenced in death,


my song will speak in your living heart.












Monday, December 27, 2010

Dante Gabriel Rossetti




Self-Portrait, 1847


"Picture and poem bear the same relationship to each other as beauty does in man and woman:  the point of meeting where the two are identical is the supreme perfection."












English Poet and Artist


1828 - 1882













Lady Lilith, 1868


Having spent over 35 years writing poetry and now painting for the last five years, I am fascinated by the point where poetry and painting meet.  Dante Gabriel Rossetti was trained both as a poet and a painter and spent a lifetime writing poetry and painting pictures.  He once said: "If any man has any poetry in him he should paint it, for it has all been said and written."  And yet Rossetti saw himself more as a poet than a painter.  He also said: "Painting being — what poetry is not — a livelihood — I have put my poetry chiefly in that form."  And I would have to agree with his last point.  While it may be difficult to make a living being a painter, it is even more difficult making a living from writing poetry.  





Is there a poem inside you asking to be let out?  Is there a painting inside you begging to be set free?  I strongly encourage painters to write poetry and short stories.  I think every poet and novelist should pick up a brush and spend a few hours painting.  Remember it is not about being financially successful.  It is about releasing your inner creativity.





Here is a poem by Rossetti:





The Honeysuckle





I plucked a honeysuckle where


The hedge on high is quick and thorn,


And climbing for the prize, was torn,


And fouled my feet in quag-water;


And by the thorns and by the wind


The blossom that I took was thinn'd,


And yet I found it sweet and fair.





Thence to a richer growth I came,


Where, nursed in mellow intercourse,


The honeysuckles sprang by scores,


Not harried like my single stem,


All virgin lamps of scent and dew.


So from my hand that first I threw,


Yet plucked not any more of them.





Here is a video on YouTube showing some of the paintings of Rossetti:








Monday, October 4, 2010

David Campbell


"Discipline is remembering what you want."








— David Campbell







Creative leaders sometimes struggle with discipline.  They procrastinate.  They know they should pick up the pen and write or pick up the paint brush and paint, but they find excuses.  This quote hits the nail on the head.  If you are procrastinating, remember what you want.  What is your dream?  What is it you want to accomplish?  Why are you here?  Focus on your goals and you will have the discipline to do what you need to do.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Henry David Thoreau


"The world is but a canvas to the imagination."






1817 - 1862








What we create in the world and how we live begins with our imagination.  We can create the life we want to live by simply applying our creativity.  So pick up your paint brush and paint the beauty of your life.  Pick up your pen and write the story of your life.  Your mind is fertile soil for your imagination.