Creative Process: Final Mood Board

It has been a very long since I have last written but I am glad to say that there has been changes and progress towards what I wanted to accomplish this last year. One of those things being branding of  Foolishly Wise. I will share process shots along the way, for now I am sharing the mood board.

I had shared some preliminary images that inspired the mood board you see now. Those images highlight aspects that inspire adventures, the wild face of nature, working with your hands, clean product packaging with simple colours, featured beautiful handwriting, and beautiful patterns. The final mood board features the same but adds a bit more love of travel, being near and far, the wild, urban cities, and the quiet wonder of home. 

In a single sentence I would say that Foolishly Wise is inspired by the love of travel and adventure, the love of nature, small moments of daily life and working hard, urban cities and the rural country, and clean design with exquisite handwriting and patterns.

I hope you like it. Best Wishes.

Sweeter Words Saturday: Browning Part Two

Just because there is so many sonnets and are just too good. 

This is another Sweeter Word Sunday dedicated to Elizabeth

Barrett Brownings. 

Best Wishes.

Songs of the Portuguense by Elizabeth Barrett Brownings

Sonnet 9

Can it be right to give what I can give?

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

Through those infrequent smiles which

      fail to live

for all thy adjurations? O my fears,

That this can be scarce be right! We are

      not peers,

So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

That givers of such gifts as mine are,

      must

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out,

       alas!

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

Nor give thee any love - which were

       unjust.

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

Sonnet 26

I LIVED with visions for my company

Instead of men and women, years ago,

And found them gentle mates, not

thought to know

A sweeter music than they played to 

        me.

But soon their trailing purple was not 

        free

Of this world's dust, their lutes did 

        silent grow,

And I myself grew faint and blind below

Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst

        come - to be,

Beloved, what they seemed. Their

shining fronts,

Their songs, their splendors (better, yet

the same,

As river-water hallowed into fonts),

Met in thee, and from out thee over

came

My soul with satisfaction of all wants:

Because God's gifts put man's best

dreams to shame.

Sonnet 29

I THINK of thee! - my thoughts do twine

       and bud

About thee, as wild wines, about a tree,

Put out broad leaves, and soon there's 

       nought to see

Except the straggling green which hides

       the wood.

Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood

I will not have my thoughts instead of 

       thee

Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly

Renew thy presence; as a strong three

       should,

Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all 

       bare,

And let these band s of greenery which

       insphere thee

Drop heavily down, - burst, shattered,

       everything where!

Because, in this deep joy to see and hear

       thee

And breather within thy shadow a new

       air

I do not think of thee - I am too near 

       thee. 

Sweeter Words Saturday: Elizabeth Barrett Browning Edition

I am not ashamed to say that my first exposure to the 
works of Elizabeth Barrett Browning is from Robert
Zemechis's "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" Eddie Valient 
had just pressed Roger Rabbit for his alibi, Roger Rabbit 
begins to describe how he had spent the evening writing 
his wife a love letter. Roger proceeds to quote Browning's 
work before jumping up and down literally counting out 
aloud his love for his wife, Jessica Rabbit.


It seems that out of Browning's work, that stanza is 
commonly used and cited in the media. I quite enjoyed 
her sonnets from the Portuguese and will be sharing some 
stanzas.

Browning's own life seems to have influenced the songs 
of the Portuguese. I hope you enjoy these sonnets.

Songs of the Portuguese's by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 6

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall

      stand

Henceforward in thy shadow. Never-

      more

Alone upon the threshold of my door

Of individual life, I shall command

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand

Serenely in the sunshine as before,

Without the sense of that which I for-

      bore -

Thy touch upon the palm. The widest

      land

Doom takes to part us, leaves thy    

     heart in mine

With pulses that beat double. What I 

    do

And what I dream include thee, as the

    wine

Must taste of its own grapes. And    

    when I sue

God for myself, He hears that name of

    thine,

And sees within my eyes the tears of 

    two.

Sonnet nine

Can it be right to give what I can give?

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing

     years

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

Through those infrequent smiles             

    which fail to live

For all thy adjurations? O my fears, 

That this can scarce be right! We are

    not peers,

So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

That givers of such gifts as mine are,

    must

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out,

    alas!

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice -

    glass,

Nor give thee any love - which were

    unjust.

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

Sonnet 12

Indeed this very love which is my boast,

And which, when rising up from 

       breast to brow,

Doth crown me with a ruby large enow

To draw men's eyes and prove the

      inner cost, -

This love even, all my worth, to the 

      utterance most,

I should not love withal, unless that 
      thou 
Hadst set me an example, shown me   

      how,

When first thine earnest eyes with mine 

      were crossed,

And love called love. And thus, I can-

      not speak

Of love even, as a good thing of my own:

Thy soul  hath snatched up mine all    

     faint and weak,

And placed it by thee on a golden 

     throne, -

And that I love (O soul, we must be 

    meek!)

Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

Music Lesson: the Beginning

This is a new series for the blog. As a child, I was not active in anything to do
with music. My giant purple radio/CD player, my parent's CDs, or pop music
was what I knew. I was clueless about music for a very long time. Also years
of chorus did nothing for my ability to read music.

Years later, I am still clueless about music in many ways. After reflecting on my
music habits, I have decided to ditch the headphones and embrace the silence.
When I destroy my earhairs, it will be because of a live show not my iPod. I also
am embracing learning to actually play and sing the songs I enjoy. Plus I have a
piano that has been staring at me in my studio.

I will be sharing what I am learning on the way. Most will be old hat and some
new tricks along the way.

Best wishes.

#whyicreate

Etsy shared a new hashtag to Twitter and Instagram 

in April to encourage others to share why they create 

and make the things they do. I was bit occupied at 

the time to join the crowd originally. But I thought it 

was time to share anyways.

I feel like when I am creating something, anything 

really, I am at the time my most true and honest self. 

I also feel I create in order to make connections to 

others and the world around.

Best wishes.

Sweeter Words Sunday: When I was in Love

Once a upon a time, I took a creative writing. I bored people with my words about things I didn't care about, while I stored away the words that hit home. Other students bored me with their words while others blew me out of water with their raw talent.

We also read lots poetry about love, break ups, and pain. My professor was in a rough patch of his relationship. It pained him dearly. 

Our "textbook" was "The Hell with Love: Poems to Mend a Broken Heart"edited by Mary D. Esselman and Elizabeth Ash Velez. It was full of pain, resent, anger, and regret. At nineteen, those poems of pain did not move me. I barely understood what they meant or let alone identify the feelings of the poems. I read my notes written on hallmark heart-shaped "love" sticky note, I see how clueless I was about the words I was reading. I also had failed to see the irony of heart- shaped sticky notes in a poetry book about heartbreak.

One poem did stick out and I understood it at once. I thought I would share it. 

"Oh, When I Was in Love with You" 

By A.E. Housman

Oh, when I was in love with you,

       Then I was clean and brave,

And miles around the wonder grew

       How well did I behave.

And now the fancy passes by,

       And nothing will remain,

And miles around they'll say that I

       Am quite myself again.

24 Before 25

I am creating a new list of things I would like
to accomplish before I am another year older.
To a another year. I have not in previous years

not finished my lists, but hope is a tough thing

to kill. On a side note, peonies are glorious at this 

time of year. 

1. Crochet 100% Cotton Scarf
2. Read a new book per month
3. Blog every month
4. Go to five Art Exhibitions
5. Learn how to Knit
6. Get a Starbucks Gold Card
7. Draw more portraits
8. Win a bet 
9. Be a better person
10. Teach Grandmother how to knit
11. Buy a Bike
12. Eliminate some debt
13. Garden profusely
14. Study the bible regularly
15. Volunteer
16. Make Money
17. Learn Piano
18. Write a Children's Book
19. Do a study of Floral Illustrations
20. Visit Chicago
21. Be a better Etsy Seller
22. Create a Design Portfolio (7-8 projects)
23. Be stronger
24. Solo Vacation

Best Wishes and good luck on your goals.