After spending several cold days in Colorado, we’re back in South Carolina, near Folly Beach, where we take a walk nearly every day:

← Some days it’s sunny and warmish (or at least compared to what we’re used to in January in Colorado).

 

 

 

Some days, it’s windy and colder than it looks. ↓

Either way, though, this place — or maybe this journey as a whole — continues to spark creativity in me. No worries. I’m not quitting my day job, but I am having fun.

For example, while Chelsea was here, we visited the downtown market and found clear glass Christmas ornaments with sand and tiny shells inside. We both liked them, but I would have preferred them without the touristy painted palm tree and “Charleston, SC” on them, so I decided to make my own with shells we’ve found. I think I’m going to tie raffia on top, but here they are so far.  Kind of fun and beachy, non? →

Also, I continue to be both awed and inspired by the work of Mary Whyte. Do check out her website www.marywhyte.com, if you haven’t already. She does absolutely stunning work that I had thought was only possible with oils. I’ve read two of her books in the past few weeks, and a couple of days ago decided to try painting a portrait in watercolor.

I chose to paint from this photo, which you already saw in the post Lake Life, because I liked the whole blue and gold thing going on, and especially the play of light on his hair and his sleeve, which, okay, I haven’t completely succeeded in capturing, but oh, well. Now I’m going to blather on until I’ve written enough that the picture of the painting is FAR, FAR AWAY from the photo, so you’ll have more trouble comparing the two. Blah, blah, blah . . . . blah, blah, blah . . . . And here’s a tip: Don’t think “painting of photo” think “inspired by photo” and it looks better.

As it turns out, though, it must be semi-recognizable, because David had gone to bed while I was painting and woke up to discover, “after all his sacrifices making this journey happen” . . . blah, blah, blah . . . , I had chosen to paint a portrait of his brother rather than him! He’s been pretending to complain ever since. (We know he’s kidding.) Doug, on the other hand, credits the Muses with great wisdom.

So, now, remove your glasses and back far away from your computer or cell phone or whatever device you’re using to read this post. (Trust me, it looks much better slightly blurry.) Here finally, as promised way back in France, one of my watercolors, which  happens to be my very first watercolor portrait ever–well, since kindergarten, anyway–so be kind!

Ta-da! Was that thrilling or what?

Okay, I’ll be serious now. For me, once Christmas is over, winter can be just plain hard and rather tedious, waiting for signs of spring and rejuvenation. Although it’s a little easier here, where it’s not generally cold and grey, maybe it is dreary where you are. If so, I wish for you inspiration and creativity to bring light and life and fun to those short mid-winter days. If, on the other hand, you love winter, please tell me what you love about it. I’ve made some progress this year with appreciating wind and even enjoying rainy days, so anything’s possible!

A few more thoughts on creativity:

Passion is one great force that unleashes creativity, because if you’re passionate about something, then you’re more willing to take risks.   ∼ Yo-Yo Ma

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age. ∼ Sophia Loren

 

 

 

While Chelsea was here, of course we had to take her into downtown Charleston, so there was the usual peering down intriguing alleys and winsome walkways:

 

Fortunately for Chelsea, though, this time I was also on a mission. Both my mom and my aunt had insisted I find Mary Whyte’s paintings, and so far I had either been on the wrong end of downtown or was walking by the gallery on a Sunday, when it was closed. But this time, we were in luck and had a chance to enjoy Coleman Fine Arts, where Mary Whyte displays her amazing watercolors, uniquely and creatively framed by her artist husband, Smith Coleman. Absolutely stunning. Do yourself a BIG favor and check out their website, and don’t miss the videos.

I know the arts are well-represented in lots of different places, including many we’ve visited on this adventure, but there is definitely something about this area that seems to spark creativity. A number of writers make this their home, and artists and artisans are everywhere, many displaying their wares at the Charleston City Market. It was great to have Chelsea along, since her shopping / browsing tolerance is MUCH higher than David’s! Remember Chelsea in France? Anyway, it’s not all high art, but still. Got my creative juices flowing a bit.

So I’m feeling inspired again. I’m devouring Mary Whyte’s books on painting and doing a bit of drawing, but I’m still not quite ready to share any of that with you, especially since there’s a great deal of PREPARING to paint, and very little ACTUAL painting. Sorry. Instead, here’s today’s little arty photo project: ↓

I’m absolutely captivated by the patterns left in the sand by the wind and the receding tide, especially in the oblique, golden light of the setting sun. Besides simply looking super cool, these swoops, swirls, ridges and streaks make me go all philosophical, thinking about the forces that shape us. May the forces that shape you be few of the harsh-winter-wind variety and mostly gentle as the wash of the tide.