I dream of dancing on the crumbled fragments of my youth,
a new melody leading my moonlight waltz,my heart fills with hope.
As the sun rises, I shall be born beside the day, anew.
Swaying to music written by my life, I sigh...
Written by: Laurie Blau-Marshall, June Sanders, Erin Leeper, Jodi Barone, Cathy Minerva
After everyone contributed their lines we were to then create a piece of art relating to the renga from our group. What you see above is my piece. On the shards of stone underneath her feet are words that describe things that can be lost as one gets older. They are: edge, independence, kind, cry, grow, joy, desire, endeavor, friend, light, sparkling, studious, true, discover, commence, think, bright, extravagant, stronger, affectionate, romance, courage. The dancer in the bottom, right corner symbolizes rebirth with her white dress, butterfly wings, and flower; as does the rising sun.
Considering this month's Art Crusade, I thought I would journal about this entry and then put the journal entry about the blog entry onto the blog entry. How's that for convoluted?
It was so convenient, I had a blank page across from some sketches and a practice painting that I did for the piece. That page was just waiting for for a journal entry about a blog entry!
This makes me realize how easy it could be. I guess it always seems like a big undertaking, but this only took me about 10-15 minutes. It could be better looking, but it's okay. I wrote what I was doing re Crusade #16 and what I felt about the Renga experience. Then, when I ran out of room, since I had made my lines so large, I flipped the book over and started writing in the other direction!