We all have to start someplace. If we don't, our lives will go nowhere, and we will accomplish nothing.-Shaunelius L. Sterns- "(God) takes my hand and writes beautiful poetry. He takes my hand and creates beautiful drawings. He takes my hand and picks the colors that I use to color with. He is the Only One that has brought out my inner beauty in ways that I have never known."-Shaunelius L. Sterns
I wrote a story post called Ribbons of Mixed Colors. It is pertaining to an abstract painting that I was looking at. It caught my eyes so I decided to write something about it. Not only am I an abstract artist, I read it as well, and story settings especially when there are people in the art on the page. That is something I learned to do at a very young age.
I have always enjoyed telling the stories in the pictures no matter what kind of picture I am looking at. I know that there are some who doesn’t care for art, and there are those of us who does.
Think about this. The clothes and shoes we wear started out as art. How? Someone had to sketch it out so it could be made. That has not been paid attention to. So, the next time an outfit is being put together, just know that we are wearing someone’s artistic creation. Nothing creates itself. Everything is created by someone somewhere. Look at the shoes we wear, someone had to sketch that shoe so it could be made for us to wear. So, whatever we put on is art.
Looking up at the sky as clouds start to form into something never seen before, there is not a bird flying in sight, neither is there air traffic flying by. Who would have known that a storm was brewing?
Everything quiet and still, the water was calm as the cloud grew bigger and bigger in the ocean..only the sky changed colors. One side yellow with hints of orange and shades of gray, and on the other side gray and white.
Looking even more at it, the tail of the cloud was in the water! The stormy tornado cloud was calm as if it was waiting for the right time to strike and cause destruction. It began to slowly turn, and as it turned it grew bigger and bigger until it covered the whole surface of the water.
Just as it started to move from the water to the land, lightening started flashing all over the sky. Thunder began to roar and clap loudly in Booms that made the earth shake and quake to the core. The whole ocean turned over and rain began to fall so hard that puddles turned into small lakes which connected together. Waterfalls formed from the mountains in the distance. The sky stayed angry! Voices began to cry out from the deep waters that embodied them. Ships began to rise from the depths of the ocean which had been there for many generations before time began. Screaming voices rang out all over the place, but there was no one who could save them.
Everything was washed away that was not cement and iron, or made of steel. What could be done about it…NOTHING…NOT ONE SINGLE THING!!! No where to run! No where to hide from it! It was everywhere!
What could have caused a storm like this!? What made the elements so ANGRY! WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING!!?? Was it because of all the wrong going on in the world! Was it because the world needed cleaning?! Who knows?
The wind began to blow hard and waves began to form with thick white foam crashing into the ocean floor. Nothing in the ocean was spared. It was complete devastation!
As the sky turned dark the thunder began to sound. Lightening flashed in the distance as the other clouds rolled in. The smell of rain lingered on while bursts of thunder roared. Lightening flashed electricity across the sky; One could call it beauty in the storm.
Small drops of rain began to fall softly from the dark cloudy sky. As the thunder roared, the lightening flashed violently! Sheets of rain began to fall and flow like a river emptying into the sea which cascades into a waterfall. The wind began to blow very hard as the branches leaned to the ground only to be uprooted from the earth.
The mountains stood still…unmovable. The rocks beneath them found shelter in the crevices of them. The storm raged on and on, then all of a sudden a clap of thunder roared so loud that it shook the earth. The mountains quaked, the volcanoes erupted! Lava flowed red like fire devouring everything in the path of it. Everything that wasn’t touched by it survived, but everything in its path was destroyed.
Sheets of rain still falling fron the sky, thunder still roaring loudly like never before. Lightening still flashing violently striking anything in the way of it. The grass lay flat on the ground just as the flowers did that were left from the hot lava.
Everything that was not good perished in the storm. Everything that was good was spared. When the storm stopped everything was new again. A calm refreshing surrounded everything . New growth started to be seen in the Earth.
When I look at this Orchid, I see colors that are vibrant which makes this Orchid beautiful. The pretty color of the leaves is what makes the other colors pop in the flower. I can see the undertones of yellow in the leaves, the hints of yellow in the white parts of the Orchid. I see the red in the orchid that makes it bold, it also gives me the vibe of strength and power. Just the way the leaves are formed to protect the inside of the Orchid is a statement piece all by itself. This Orchid could stand alone and be the talk of the crowd. It could be the center of attention. This Orchid demands attention. I see this Orchid as a Diva who doesn’t take any mess from the other Orchids. She calls it like she see it, and tells it like it is. Kinda reminds me of myself. But this is what I see when I look at this Orchid. I see the creativity of the One who created it. I see the time spent to make it just perfect. This is why I call this piece “Creative Beauty”. It was creatively and artistically made.
As the day says goodbye and night falls, there are different sounds that comes out. These sounds are not found in the day sounds. These sounds has little feet that are so small they can’t be seen. These sounds compete with each other to see who can be the loudest. These are barking sounds that is around day and night, they interrupt the nocturnal night sounds created especially for the night.
These night sounds consists of owls, crickets, raccoons, and the dangerous sounds of howling wolves. Cats creep silently looking for food to eat. Birds sing their night songs to soothe their little ones to sleep. Scavengers roam the streets looking for the grossness of some animal that has been sacrificed by an animal on four wheels. They always succeed, either way they will get theirs.
As the night grows darker, screams and shrills fills the night from those who feast on the dead carcasses of life lost by the poor animals who couldn’t make it to their safe destinations. What a pity? Dark clouds roll in to darken the sky with fear and trembling of those who are afraid to hear thunder roar and lightening flash with electricity lighting up the sky! The stars don’t shine and the moon doesn’t show itself as usual. Nothing but rain falling like sheets from the dark angry clouds in the dark sky. Boom!!! , the thunder claps!! Crackling lightening follows behind splitting trees in half uprooting them all from the ground!! Who would have thought the night sky and the elements could become so angry!!
Wolves howl to make their presence known, to make their presence known to those who are lost in the darkness of the raging stormy night. With no where to run and no where to hide…the lost are devoured by the hungary wolves! Screaming and wailing is heard in the distance of those running for their lives to find safety from the scavengers who loves to eat flesh of the damned. Nevertheless, the rain still falls as the thunder roars louder and louder, electricity splits crackling through the dark night sky destroying everything it touches, be it man or beast, nature, and the elements are very wroth. Everything is turned into destruction and mayhem .
Suddenly, the rain stopped cascading from the sky in sheets. The dark clouds went away. The lightening stopped flashing; it was quietness all around. There was nothing moving around anywhere. All of the night sounds went back into their dens to rest for another dark, storm raging night!!
Who would have thought that the sun would shine again!? Who would have thought this night would come to an end!? NO ONE! NO ONE! NO ONE!
WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT NIGHT SOUNDS COULD BE SO DANGEROUS!!!
WHO CAN SLEEP AFTER SUCH A HORRIBLE NIGHT!!! TEMPERS FLAIR BECAUSE OF THE DESTRUCTION LEFT BEHIND! TEMPERS FLAIR BECAUSE OF INNOCENT LIFE OF ANIMALS WERE TAKEN!!!!
THE WOLVES WALK THROUGH THE DESTRUCTION LOOKING FOR FOOD; THE BUZZARDS ARE WITH THEM. CROWS WALK ALONG BEHIND THEM LOOKING FOR WHAT THEY CAN FIND TO KEEP AS TREASURES.
No melodies of music from the sweet songbirds. No scurrying from the squirrels. No buzzing from the bees. All of the flowers washed away, no beauty anywhere…no sun to warm the day.
When I think about art I think about all of the things around me. I think about how nature is living art. Natural art to me is things I can see and feel. It is what was created by the Master Artist of all creation. Natural art is not just here on earth, but it is also in the galaxy far away. We may not be able to see it with our eyes, but we know it is there.
When I look at a flower, I see the art in it. It may not be perfect, it may have a few flaws, but that is what makes it unique. Just as ourselves, we are works of art with flaws, but our flaws doesn’t define us. We all are unique in our own special way.
Take a good look at a leaf, it is different from other leaves, but it has its own artsy uniqueness about it. Look at the trees, they all have branches but they all are different. Everything we look at is art. This world is made up of natural art. All of it is special and unique in its own special way.
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