Scene 2 in the Living Memoir series:
Over the last couple weeks I’ve been putting things together to re-release my book The Balloon Lady with amazon’s createspace. Today I got my proof in, which was really exciting, except that like, everything was wrong with it.
It’s bigger, so it feels bigger than I intended, and the pictures are…larger. Something went awry in the pdf export so the pictures are all out of order, which is an easy enough fix. But I’ve been feeling like I could do better illustrations, or at the very least, a better cover. And the cover on this version doesn’t really look overly awesome. So I’m going to take my time (this time) and re-do the illustrations I’m not happy with and redo the cover and try a bunch of different methods, and then I’ll re-release!
I’m not giving myself a deadline this time, and I’m not doing it in a crazy short time period (keep in mind, the first version was realized and completed in like a month) that way I can take my time and make it even better.
I’m excited, because now I finally have an excuse to re-do it, and it’s great because I’ve sort of been wanting to, but didn’t have a reason. ^.^
Starbucks Poem watercolor.
I was actually at home this Monday and had access to my portfolio and was flipping through it to figure out which painting I’d like to feature this week and found my Eye of Jupiter/Starbuck’s poem watercolor that I made a while ago. I put a lot of effort into making the Eye of Jupiter and capturing a rusty feel with the background, and I still really like how it turned out.
So, for this week, it’s $10.
Yesterday I wrote a phrase on my whiteboard, and it sort of stuck and has been swirling around in my mind.
She decided to start living the life she imagined. She believed she could, so she did. She replaced her fear of the unknown with curiosity. She looked around, and life was pretty amazing.
I decided to create a watercolor painting that depicted the feel and the thoughts circling my mind centered around this one concept: She decided to live the life she imagined.
To be honest, I don’t really know, what in detail, the life I imagine is, let alone, how to live it, but I know what I want it to feel like, I know what I want it to be like – full of passion and adventure and love and trust and friendship and caring. At least, that’s what sort of came out in the nonverbal thoughts of my emotions while I was painting.