The sketch of what I think is one of the best things I did. You might think different. That;s okay. What I think is wow, some one else think wow, no way.
My second angel. Have to make more and than she will be prettier and prettier. LOL.
Love and hugs, Rita.
Day 22.
May 1st, 2006.
Yes I skip a few days the last week, 10 days.Why? Driving 12 hours to the South of France.And a week later again to get home worned me out.But I tried to do as much as I could.
A free one a water color. I still find it hard to work with. I will learn in time. I am going to use this one to create a bigger thing like this, don't know yet what materials I will use.
I should be happy, eating bright red strawberries. Sitting in my cabriolet, the wind through my hair. Sitting under that old oak tree, released from my fear for life.
This is my part 3 from the challenge for my creative challenge group. Now my whole poem:
Looking at myself......... I am as a wave, moved by the wind. Singing my own song, at the sound of the violin. Seven days a week, to hide my fear for the death.
I was a baby bear, searching for love, following the buzzing sound. `Till I fell asleep under the old oak tree away from fear and loneliness.
I should be happy, eating bright red strawberries. Sitting in my cabriolet, the wind through my hair. Sitting under that old oak tree, released from my fear for life.
This is a part of a creative challenge I do for a Yahoo group, this was part 2. Part 1 were question like if you were a color, wich one should that be. More like that as animal, movement,fruit ect.
Part 2 was write a poem 3 or 4 lines, no rhyme. This was mine:
I am as a wave, moved by the wind. Singing my own song, at the sound of the violin. Seven days a week, to hide my fear for the death.
April 6th 2006 Day 2. Maybe not my best work, but I wrote it for some one who past way. To young. (38)
Your......
Your eyes…always sparkling. Your mouth…always a smile. Your face…always happy. Your body…always full of energy.
It didn’t workout to save your live, your illness was to strong. You are so beautiful, you are so young. So full of live… now you are gone.
Beaded your illness the first time, you felt oh so strong. Lots of plans, full of live, you said: ‘I am still young’. My work, pleasure and a new love… And now you’re gone.
My heart is crying. but a part of your strength is still strong, It rubbed off on me, it will help me to be young. I will remember you, even now you’re gone.