Lately
My life hasn’t been too busy lately. I have been studying my Korean language a little more consistently and plan to write on that when I am withing five lessons to finish Level 1. (There are 10 levels to the program I am using to learn.) I go to Pilates most days, and I recently finished a funny Kdrama called Phantom Lawyer and in Korean it is 신이랑 법률사무소. It was fun, a little predictable, but still fun to watch. I have also spent a little time working on video editing. (The software I am learning is called Davinci Resolve.) The book I am using to learn suggest time frames for each section, but mine are always a bit longer. I tend to fade in and out of that project.
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I am also planning a trip to somewhere. If anything exciting happens there, I will probably write about it, but that won’t be until much later this summer.
Art Classes I Am Dreaming About
I think I would like to take an art class but I am not sure what type. A guy at my Pilates studio has a ceramics studio and that is cool but honestly, I want to do paintings, drawings and/or learn how to do mixed media type works. I am unsure what textures I want in my art, but I have seen many pieces that use various textures to create beautiful pieces of art. But I need to examine that idea a bit more closely or find some good YouTube videos to teach me.
The murals near where I live are beautiful. I have taken photographs of a few but want to do more. But I am not sure if I will post any here because I am unclear how sharing other people’s art should be handled. I want them to get credit and I don’t want to steal their work. I try to be very conscientious of how I present some of my photographs, which is why I have used AI to remove people from the photos because it’s only fair. I would hate for my face to be on someone’s blog without my consent. (Have I mentioned I am a very private person and use a pen name.)
A Broken Branch
The weather has been extra nice this week. Perhaps I will go out and take some pictures. I actually took a picture of a broken tree branch from several angles. Now that the tree has bloomed, the new leaves are slowly growing over the broken branch. Maybe I will take pictures of how it looks now because, for whatever reason, the broken branch interested me one day when I was walking around. Maybe there is a metaphor in that… Not all broken things are dead? Sounds goofy to me.
There are a few things I want to make time for but you know I have that hard to get started-itis issue. Once I start on something I can get quite engrossed but then as I have stated before I am easily distracted by the next shiny new thing.
Storage Unit Treasures
We recently went to our storage unit because I am looking for my language books. I have a few at our apartment, but I know I have a bunch in a box somewhere and want a few of those. I didn’t find them, but I found some pens. (My husband calls it one of my quirks, I love stationery things. Who knows why.) The pens are for calligraphy, and I also found the books I had bought to go with them. I grabbed them to practice doing calligraphy again. I did some calligraphy when I was younger and remember enjoying it.
Calligraphy and My Father
I had made a sign for my father when I was about 12 and it said, ‘Good Luck’. It was written in calligraphy on some sort of parchment but in all capital letters if I remember right. Then we burned the edges of the parchment, glued the burnt parchment to a piece of wood and burned the edges of the wood, then modge podged it to give it a seal. It has disappeared over the years so I will never see it again. But maybe I will remake it or just something in a similar style as it was fun to do. I had given it to my father because he was a military man who was going on an overseas trip and was going to be gone for a year. This reminds me of this art technique we learned around the same time as the calligraphy thing.
Batik
We did something called Batik. We had material(fabric) and would dye it. To keep sections a specific color we would put melted wax on them so the color stays before dyeing the next color for the project. I have no idea what happened to the piece I made but that would have been cool to see now. I remember the technique as I thought it was very fun and interesting because (after looking it up) it is a technique that has quite a history of being done throughout Southeastern Asia and Africa. The way we applied the wax was with some sort of pen-like gadget (I don’t remember what it was called) that was precise to whatever design we were trying to make. Maybe I could find a place to do something similar, but it seems like it would be messy and this apartment isn’t equipped to be an art studio like that.
Do you have any memories from your youth that might be inspirational for projects to do now? Let us know in the comments.
