We've gone through all the colors of the rainbow and then some, and are now at the last month of the Searching For Roy G Biv blog hop, hosted by Jennifer Coyne Qudeeen and Julie Booth. For this last post, I've chosen to focus on Gray. A blend of black and white, it seems to be a color that many things turn as they weather and age. Here are a few of the beautiful gray things I've noticed:
There is no better teacher than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.
~ Malcolm X
Change is a continuous process. You cannot assess it with the static yardstick of a limited time frame. When a seed is sown into the ground, you cannot immediately see the plant. You have to be patient. With time, it grows into a large tree. And then the flowers bloom, and only then can the fruits be plucked.
This little collage was inspired by Toni Morrison's book, The Bluest Eye. Toni Morrison writes, in the most heart-achingly beautiful prose possible, the most heart-breaking stories. Rather than tell you what it's about, I'll let the author do that.
"Adults, older girls, shops, magazines, newspapers, window sign - all
the world had agreed that a blue-eyed, yellow-haired, pink-skinned doll
was what every girl child treasured. 'Here,' they said, 'this is
beautiful, and if you are on this day "worthy" you may have it.'" (pp.
"Dandelions. A dart of affection leaps out from her to them. But they
do not look at her and do not send love back. She thinks, 'They are ugly. They are
weeds.' Preoccupied with that revelation, she trips on the sidewalk
crack. Anger stirs and wakes in her; it opens its mouth, and like a
hot-mouthed puppy, laps up the dredges of her shame. Anger is better.
There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An
awareness of worth." (pg. 50, Morrison)
"I thought about the baby that everyone wanted dead, and saw it very
clearly. It was in a dark, wet place, its head covered with O's of
wool, the black face holding, like nickels, two clean black eyes, the
flared nose, kissing-thick lips, and the living, breathing silk of black
skin. No synthetic yellow bangs suspended over marble-blue eyes, no
pinched nose and bowline mouth. More strongly than my fondness for
Pecola, I felt a need for someone to want the black baby to live - just
to counteract the universal love of white baby dolls, Shirley Temples,
and Maureen Peals." (pg. 190, Morrison)
If you like great writing, read it. But I'm warning you, it may break your heart.
I mentioned before in a couple of posts that my three miniature pieces from a traveling exhibit called Tripletta were sold, and that I was working on pieces to replace them. You would think that making something 2.5 by 3.5 inches would be easy, but apparently it is not, at least for me. I'm having a hard time getting inspired to make more pieces on the Seed Story theme, which my original pieces were based on. I suppose it's not strictly necessary that I continue that theme, so I made some pieces that I call Prayer Flags (here, here, and here), which I may send to the show. But I'm also trying out some Seed Story pieces, just to see which I like best.
So here are a couple of new Seed Story pieces. See what you think:
Seed Story V
Seed Story VI
All of these pieces are monotypes with mixed media, by the way. So, what do you think? Do you like these better than the Prayer Flags? Thanks in advance for your opinion/help!