At The Gate

Day 2: NaPoWriMo  2020

At The Gate

So here I am
at the gate
to my own
imagination.

At least, it’s not
closed,
or locked tight
against further passage.

Funny, how
I thought
it could
or would be.

Need to remember,
each day,
to trust the process
that is me.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/2/2020

Notes: Am simply taking my prompts from my media file, things I’ve drawn, sketched, colored, etc. The image here is a drawing using one color. When I was doing them, I simply called them fantasies.

About 1sojournal

Loves words and language. Dances on paper to her own inner music. Loves to share and keeps several blogs to facilitate that. They can be found here: https://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/ http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/
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7 Responses to At The Gate

  1. Pamela says:

    Yes, you are the process, Elizabeth. Love the words and the image.

    Love,
    Pammy

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  2. Sherry Marr says:

    I LOVE the green image. Wow. And your poem – I told you the words would be there! Smiles.

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  3. neil reid says:

    hi Elizabeth. continuing day by day. and by whatever name of hand your creative touch is well expressed in both painting and word. I like them both very much. be well my friend. trust-the-process, yes yes. as it always is. Neil

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  4. Marianne says:

    So glad you’ve found your voice. Doesn’t sound rusty at all. Those wonderful are still coming straight from your heart. Please tell me about the image you included. Is it a block print?

    No, Marrianne. When I started coloring Mandallas, I purchased a lot of Fine Art pens using India Ink. That day, instead of coloring, I picked up my sketchbook, and just started drawing, beginning with the gate. Didn’t stop til the page was filled. After that, I did them on occasion and enjoyed what was happening. So, I guess you’d have to say it was sort of an accident? Please understand, most of my Art work is simply me playing. Although I took Art for three years in High School, I did end up being the Art Teacher’s Assistant as a senior, but my older sister was the designated Artist in the family. I was always the ‘rebel’. Which led me to be the leader of a group of other girls who sort of forced a curriculum change, at a time when there were still “Boys only” classes.

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  5. Marianne says:

    I see I forgot to add a word above! Comment should read, “Those wonderful words are still coming straight from your heart.” xox

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  6. Irene says:

    Love your drawing Elizabeth, and may your imagination bloom again.

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  7. bwarren says:

    Your words carry wisdom in simplicity. I love that. And the green gate. It’s beautiful, Elizabeth.

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