When you have a new idea What is it like....?
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Tuesday, January 06, 2009
A new artistic idea is like....?
When I have a new idea is like a vortex of color. When I have a new idea is like a hand in the grass or into a soft cream.
When you have a new idea What is it like....?
When you have a new idea What is it like....?
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When I have a new idea its like a nice white bulb shining bright in a larrrrrrrge hall... its like the patch of blue in a otherwise cloudy sky... its like a tiger suddenly jumping out of a huge grass fiend... its like the morning sun rising from the horizon that i see
yout images are so...visionary! please, write another time, I love your ideas
When I have a new idea, it is like an electric shock at first, and then it is like having effervesant water bubbling through my veins. :)
Wen I have a new idea it's like a birth; elation and wondering what this child will be like!
When God gives me a new idea, it is warm colors all around and through me. Then the colors take shape and I can see a beautiful jacket or coat, or quilt. I love it when that happens.
By the way I love those two paintings you found at your parent's house. I can't believe you was only 16 when you painted them. You have a wonderful gift.
Wow that is awesome, I love how you described your idea:) So colourful!!
When I have an idea it is like a small child on Christmas morning seeing under the tree for the first time...excitment and anticipation to open (the idea) and play with it:)
I am sure I could come up with a few more discription of how an idea feels but I don't want t write a novel...lol
HUGZ
Jacqui
am loving the whirl and swirl of color, flowers and dreamyness. :)
A new artistic idea is like all the bloodcells getting dosed with super high octane oxygen making senses tingly & everything technicolor.
When I have a new Idea...it's like walking down a thick forest path. The trees are so dense that the sunlight filters to the ground a beautiful shade of greenish gold. I sit down, barely breathing. I listen...the forest, which a moment ago appeared to be devoid of life save the foliage and myself, slowly begins to move with tiny critters, flying bugs, scurrying creatures, brightly colored birds and then... The Stag, right in front of me. We lock eyes and wait to see which of us will be the first to blink! That's what it's like when I get a new idea!
Misty
It's like finding a piece to a puzzle I imagined myself but had not yet known...
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