10 Years From Now

I have an interesting and sad story to tell. Recently I was approached by a woman who has a friend with a terminal illness. This lady who is sick–we will call her Helen, just because–is in her late 30’s, and has a pretty depressing diagnosis. I’m not going to spin it all out here with medical jargon and time frames, but every day is extremely precious to her. She has little kids. She is a very physically beautiful woman, as you can tell from her photograph. She uses visualization as part of her self-care and treatment, and she wants to be able to visualize herself as a woman 10 years older than she is now. 10 years would be quite a victory for her. But no matter what she does, she can’t see herself in the future, with the slight changes in her skin, new folds and creases, and, of course with happiness at being alive radiating from her face.

So, it was requested of me that I use my time and talents to create an age-progression painting or drawing of this lady, to be sent on to her so she could see herself 10 years from now. Unfortunately, she doesn’t live close enough to do a photography session with me so that I can capture her with my lighting and composition to aid me in the illustration process. But I was able to get a few headshots emailed to me, and I decided that traditional drawing and art techniques would be too time-consuming. It was impressed upon me from the beginning that time was of the essence.

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I decided digital techniques, photo enhancement, and then, digital painting on top of the photo itself would be the least time intensive of my creative choices, so, I set out to age this attractive person.

I’m not going to go into each step of the process here.  Suffice it to say, I literally painted age on her face, using my Wacom pen and tablet.  Then I altered the background with various brushstrokes, and brush stroked her hair, skin and features so they felt painted more than photographed.  I changed her hair, and her garment.  I spent time considering the color tonalities of the nearly-finished piece.  I wanted her to glow, to look like she was elegant, mature, and living fully.

This morning, I emailed the final result to the woman who approached me.  It will be forwarded along to Helen, and I hope it helps her.  I hope she looks at her older self with love.  I hope she can feel the wind in her hair from that beach, and smell the ocean crashing on the sand.

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And, as I clicked “send”, I thought about how I am growing older too, and someday will be 10 years older than I am now.  If I am lucky.  I think about how many things can happen in 10 years–careers rise and fall, families are built, homes are moved into and sold….I thought of how I complain about how I look now, and the changes that are going on in my own face.  I feel small when I look at this woman who may not have the same luxury of aging that I (hopefully) will have.  All of us, who are focused on the little creases and folds and laugh lines to the exclusion of loving ourselves and the reality that we are alive—we are small and misguided and really ignoring the purpose of living, which is to experience life, not try to hold on to a moment in time, or a look we once had.

Here is to the next 10 years.

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

A Night At The Theatre

I went to The Theatre last night. Not a movie theater. Theatre. You know, people on-stage, throwing lines to one another, taking creative chances in front of a live audience. And no, it wasn’t Broadway. It wasn’t The Lion King at Omaha’s Orpheum Theater (the nearest place you can see “Broadway” caliber shows). It was in my little town of Sidney, Iowa. It wasn’t high-brow entertainment. It was a high school production of that classic tale of teenage angst during the mythical 1950’s–GREASE.

Presumably, you know the story. I hope so, because actually, the story is the WORST part of GREASE, either the stage production or the movie. The BEST part is the energy that play has. It’s fast paced, fun, catchy, colorful, humorous–a romantic slice of time that probably never really existed quite like that. And it is something that teenagers can play with some authenticity, simply because the characters are teens themselves. It isn’t Shakespeare, it isn’t Oedipus Rex (Thank God!), but it is entertainment. And for the kids performing this play last night, and tonight as well, it is art.

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I have nothing but praise for the cast and crew. Not that there weren’t imperfections–this is high school, after all, and Sidney is not known for its emphasis on Fine Arts but rather for hard-hitting football, squeaking sneakers on the basketball court, and, of course, RODEO (but perhaps that is changing just a bit).  We are the Sidney Cowboys, after all.  We are a typical small town.  Sport in one form or another drives the town spirit and the newspaper articles.  Because of that, it is no surprise that the stage is located in an old high school gym with dreadful acoustics.  Consequently, the actors have to wear microphone headsets throughout. We do not have a Drama department as such in our high school–no money, you know, the same tired story of public education in most small towns.  The director of our theatrical productions, Mrs. Nicole Zavadil, is also the band director AND the choir director for both the high school and middle school students. She is one of the best teachers I have ever met, and she has little help with the frighteningly huge workload beneath which she labors. She provides something to these children in our town–a basic appreciation of performing arts–that has been sorely missing for several years.

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I am not a theater “person”.  I didn’t major in theater in college, nor did I do a single production after high school.  I did have amazing experiences during my high school years under  a Drama instructor by the name of Ken Balster, who, magically, is still doing his thing in Clarinda, Iowa, just 36 miles away.  I had the unbelievable privilege of going to school in a community that was a little larger and richer than Sidney, and had a true proscenium theater facility.  We had more money in our Theater Department.  We did two productions a year, plus had acting classes, set design and construction classes–all sorts of wonderful tidbits in the curriculum.  I was very lucky to have that background.  But, that was as far as it went.  I did no more in theater for the rest of my life, and I put that part of my background away, forever, it seemed.  Forever, until I had children.  And then, all that came rushing back into my mind.

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I remembered the teamwork, the collaboration, the trust that you have to have with the other actors, with the director, with the audience, in order to produce a play worth seeing.  I remember the culture of acting as an art form, of singing and playing instruments as art forms.  I remembered the friendships and the camraderie that results from getting up in front of an audience and performing something for them the best way you knew how, of throwing and catching lines and cues with fellow actors, of the laughter together, and the fear of screwing up, and the hope that you wouldn’t.  I remember how bad it was when people had an “off” day, and how like poetry it was when everything was clicking on the stage.  I remember how democratic acting in a play is–you don’t need to have extraordinary physical prowess to act a part (in most cases).  You can be an “average” person, and still participate. You simply have to show up and dedicate yourself to a practice.  You don’t need to be able to throw a ball, or run really fast, or wrestle someone to a pin.  In fact, you have to let go of all you know about yourself and become someone else.  And to do that with a group of other actors–well, THAT is the point of theater.  It is the ultimate team.  You become one of many colors on a canvas, mixing together to create something wonderful.  It is ART.

I wanted that experience for my children.

And last night, at the Sidney High School’s production of GREASE, I saw that.

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Regardless of gymnasium stage, of limited budget, of a small school that doesn’t have the cash flow for a lot of artistic endeavors, I saw these kids had it.  They were experiencing it together, transcending reality for just a bit.  Those young women and young men were “getting it”.  They were having a shared experience, and had entered into that sacred contract between actors and audience.  They fed us the performance, and we fed them our attention and applause.  It happened.  Hopefully tonight (and the second night is always tougher), it will happen again–that flow of energy between actor and audience.

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So, I want to thank Mr. Balster, for allowing me that wonderful, privileged experience during my high school years.  Even though I never pursued it, it enriched me in untold ways.

And I want to thank Mrs. Zavadil, for bringing this experience to my children.  She has changed the fortunes of our choir and band programs here in Sidney in dramatic, beautiful ways.  And she has taken on the role of director of our plays and musicals, providing an experience in performance-based art that our kids simply would not have were it not for her.  She can never be compensated for what she is doing in our town.

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Last night, after the play, I was able to walk down the hallway and see each of the actors.  There they stood, flushed faces, hearts beating young and wild with the memory of the past 2 hours.  I remembered my own moments, after a performance, when the audience would file by and clasp my hand, telling me “Good Job”–part of the ritual bond between actor and audience.  I remembered how much that meant to me, that appreciation.  And so, I got to be on the other end. Life is a wheel, isn’t it?   I passed through them, these children of Sidney, and clasped their hands and looked into their eyes, and gave them the only gift I had–praise.  It was profound.

Good Job.

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Photographs graciously provided by Sidney Photographer Scott Lowthorp (c) 2013.  You may find more of his excellent photography at http://www.viewbug.com/slowthorp.

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

Art Games and Pi

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I watched a movie last night–Life of Pi.  We meant to watch it on National Pi Day, but we got busy eating apple and chocolate pie that one of my kids made.  It was an awesome movie, thought provoking, in many ways profound, and not the least of it is due to the amazing CGI effects. I regret to say I haven’t read the book, but the story in the movie was beautiful and moving.  Sometimes reading the book before you see a movie makes you not like the movie as much.  I will read the book now, and hopefully see even more dimensions to the story.  It made me feel inspired, ready to write, ready to paint, ready to exhale creative things.  It also made me feel small and humbled by its grandness.  I understand thousands of folks worked on it, and made it what it is.  But it still makes me a little bit sad to see that I may never create a masterpiece like that–something with all-encompassing beauty, and meaning, and thoughtfulness, something that inspires someone else.  Something that large and perfect.  And that is true for ALL of us, no matter our skill level.  We are all always afraid that we will not be good enough, that our aspirations will always outpace our skills.  I can SEE it in my head (in the case of art and writing and theater), or I can hear it in my head (writing, music, theater), but when I am done, it is a big let-down.  It just doesn’t live up to what I had THOUGHT it would be like.

And that is actually NOT the point of creative pursuits at all.  The point is to enjoy and grow.  Now, don’t get me wrong–I’m sure all those visual artists enjoyed and grew during the process of creating that movie.  But when working at home for yourself, or working with children, the intent is different.  Millions of dollars in revenue is not at stake.  Rather, you are trying to grow as an artist, or to encourage young people to do the same.  Someday, if you are good enough, WHEN you are good enough, THEN you graduate to the level of millions of dollars in revenue.  Until then, it is process.

So, while I was watching this movie, and thinking about how beautiful it was, and how much I want to DO that and my work may realistically NEVER be THAT good, I thought about my kids–and all kids out there, really. (And MOST adults, for that matter!)  They look at my work and feel just as awed, and sometimes, just as depressed that they aren’t THERE yet.  With children–say, ages 3-6 or even up to 8, kids usually aren’t that self-critical.  But then, something begins to transform in the synapses of their brains–they begin to SEE differently.  They begin to see the way they draw, and the way the REAL WORLD looks, and they see that those two things are drastically different.  And then, kids get frustrated.  If something doesn’t happen to nurse them through this period of feeling inadequate about their art, they will quit creating it.  It’s that simple.

Today, my daughter Sailor, who is 8, began saying she was bored.  I listened to it a bit, then suggested she do a drawing of me.  She drew me the other day, and did quite a good job.

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I told her to draw what she saw, and she did.  I praised her efforts extensively, and I assumed that assigning her to draw me was now a “go-to” move whenever she was bored.  It would benefit her to have the practice, and it would benefit ME to have her occupied and not whining about being bored.  So, she sat down with a pencil and paper, positioned me (I was writing the first paragraphs of THIS blog on my laptop), made me take off my glasses because “glasses are hard to draw”, and went to work.  And after 3 minutes or so, she said she hated what she had drawn.  I told her to throw it away and start again.  Nothing’s wrong with that.  I’ve thrown away more drawings and art than I could possibly count.  She said she had “done too much work to just throw it away” and whined about how she was getting bored with it again.

I realized I needed to take a different tack, and she needed some attention.  So, spur of the moment, I suggested we draw together.

THAT was a hit.  First of all, it is attention, and all kids love that.  Second, it is drawing together, and she loves to draw most of the time.  So, we created a “game” that I’m going to try with her at bedtime a few times a week: instead of reading, (which is incredibly valuable), we will try drawing at bedtime, together (equally valuable).  And, to take the pressure off trying to make things look REAL, which she is getting picky about, I decided we would draw something totally made-up.  MONSTERS.  And here are the rules of our game.

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MONSTER DRAWING

1. Both parent and child MUST draw.

2. Both parent and child must use the same media–we chose cheap copy paper and Ticonderoga pencils.

3. The child “designs” the monster–for instance, Sailor decided that our monsters would have 4 eyes.  Then, she said they had two arms with three-fingered claws at the end.  Big teeth were on her list, and ONE foot.  The next go, she said one eye, no arms, batwings for ears, closed mouth with exposed teeth and 3 legs.

4. Don’t peek!  Sailor thought it was important to give the drawing parameters (#3) and then not share our drawings WHILE we created.  Our goal was to surprise each other with our drawings at the end.

5. Keep it short and simple.  I probably went overboard on mine, but we didn’t spend more than 5 minutes on each monster.  Setting a timer might be a good idea if either of you tends to labor over things unnecessarily.

6. When you are both done, trade pictures, and praise the child.  The child might possibly praise YOU as well–say thank you!

7. Tell each other about your monsters!  Name them.  Tell about what the monster eats, and where it lives and what its name is–Sailor named one of her monsters Reggie.  Sign your drawings as well, and it is helpful to put the date on them.

8. Do it again!

9. Keep the drawings in a file.  As you and your child practice more, compare your results to those a year or two ago.  It will be very gratifying to see how far you both progress–and you WILL progress if you do it often.

10. All rules are flexible.  Change them if it suits you!  Instead of monsters, design monster TRUCKS, or rockets, or planets, or food, or whatever.  As in all creative pursuits, NOTHING is written in stone, even these rules.

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So, I think I will work on this practice with my children more and more.  I will try it with my older children later this week during homeschool.  I am also going to create a GAME based upon this–for folks who find this a little too “freeform”.  Let me work on that.

In the meantime, don’t be afraid to draw with your child.  Your child certainly won’t judge you for your efforts, any more than you will judge them.  It is process, remember?  You are planting the seeds of art in their brains and in their hearts, which could grow into something marvelous.  Look at Life of Pi–the folks who created that started somewhere!

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

 

Facebook Is Crazy…But Then Again, So Am I

So, I Facebook.  Many people do.  But there are many people who don’t.  They think Facebook—that putting your entire life online for the edification of others—is a completely crazy thing to do.  Maybe it is.  I don’t know.  But many other people (and some of the SAME people who think Facebook is crazy) also think that the act of creativity is crazy.  And sometimes, it is.  Sometimes I’m up all night with ideas that are positively foaming over in my brain faster than I can write them down.  Sometimes I’m incredibly depressed that there ARE no ideas.  Sometimes I ask my husband to bring strange things home from work, like clothes that will fit my cat.

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And he actually BUYS these things. Now THAT’S crazy.

 

Sometimes I get so involved in whatever I’m creating that I make messes in the house, drink juice straight from the carton, forget to eat and sleep, and have to be told that it’s time to shower.  And that’s just WHILE I’m creating.  After I finish whatever project it is, I have to “get it out there”, which involves being open to criticism, and praise, or, worse than either one, just being ignored and disregarded.  Being successful at creative pursuits means you have to share it, and wait for the response, which makes you scared and happy and proud and depressed and all sorts of things that, depending upon their intensity, make you crazy.  Plus, a lot of people think that allowing yourself to be that vulnerable, well, that’s crazy too.  So, I’m crazy, Facebook is crazy…it all works for me.

And the reason I’m “on” about this today, is that I’m beginning a small “thing” on Facebook.  I already use it for promoting my blog, and my photography business.  I use it for a few personal, family things as well.  But it is mostly for business.  However, I’ve decided that that stupid “status update bar” needs to be filled with something more than what I had for supper, or how my husband’s toenail fungus is really disgusting (it is).  I’m putting some actual WRITING in there.  Not necessarily every day.  And not about ANYTHING specifically.  Just about some experience I had, or idea or concept that became clear to me.  See, I can be notoriously thick.  In fact, I feel that much of my days are spent saying “Wha?” as I walk around in my own little mental world.  But suddenly, and with no warning, my brain light bulb will activate, all 15 watts or so, and I will “get” something.  Or I will experience something with new eyes.  So, I’m trying to record those fleeting moments because I think, somehow, that is where the true gold of my creative life really lies, and I record them, at least in part, on Facebook.

So, here is this morning’s post.

I took the dog out into a cold, gray morning, bare branches above and dull ground underfoot. We go to the same corner of the yard each time, and while she does her business, I always survey the parts of the property that I can see. (Not that we have an estate or anything–we have a modest home on a modest lot, no biggie.) For some reason, as I was looking at two evergreen trees in the backyard, I spied a small “sparkle” through the branches, just for a moment, but bright. I’m sure it was caused by a streetlight shining through the boughs from a block over or something, but it didn’t really matter, because, instantly, I was transported. It was, for a brief but interminable moment, as if I was in the yard during a full-on June evening, with the warm sun just gone under the western horizon, the grass thick under my feet, and the air alive with bugs everywhere. The whole world positively seethed with life, and the sparkle through the tree branches that I had spied back in March was just one of about a million other sparkles from lightning bugs doing their mating dance in the muggy Iowa night. I stood there, in the summer-that-wasn’t and breathed in all the life that was-soon-to-be, and it was wonderful.

 I love all seasons. I can find beauty in every single time, something to appreciate, something to enjoy, and it is one of my few really great qualities in my large collection of rather human ones. Winter makes me feel like I’m resting, giving my brain a break from all the riotous color and activity of the other seasons. For me, it is a necessary balance. But, I’m ready now, for flowers peeping and mown grass and lightening bugs calling busily through the purples of summer evenings.

 Then, the dog gave a tug on her leash, and I was rushed back to Iowa, March 2013. The clouds hung low and unremarkable. We headed back inside.

Now, this isn’t Salinger or Hemmingway or Stephen King (I WISH it was Stephen King!), but it is me, and it is completely what happened to me this morning when the dog was doing her “thang” on my hard-as-winter-bones yard.

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The dog.

Not terrible.  And it felt good to write.  So, there it is.

I’m under no illusions that I will elevate Facebook, or get rid of the Harlem Shake memes, or the sometimes awful political bickering that goes on there.  I’m just going to reach out to people with me, and who I am.  That’s it.  And really, that is ALL art.

Facebook is a great place to get your work in front of people.  It is maybe NOT a great way to actually gauge how good your work is (depending upon who reads it), but it is super for just “getting it out there”.  So, whether you are an adult or a kid or a kid-like adult, just put it out there, and be human with others.  And if someone else puts a bit of themselves out there, read it, look at it, appreciate it, knowing it is maybe a very important part of that person.

Later, Gator.

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

A Mish-Mash

Some days are a mish-mash of activities and projects.  Today is no exception.  First off, I have to tell you about my visit to Northeast Elementary School, which occurred day before yesterday.  We had a GREAT time!  The kids and parents listened to me read two books–Bug Summer-Raining Ladybugs, and Sylvia McBye Learns To Fly.

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Bug Summer–Raining Ladybugs

 

Yes, THIS was the "lucky" book...

Yes, THIS was the “lucky” book…

In between, I did a quick Flash illustration, which made everyone very happy.

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After all the packing and preparation, it was a worthwhile way to spend the evening.  And afterwards, the hubster and I got to go out for a sandwich together, which rarely happens.

I have also spent more time on Soda’s Valentine, getting pages ready so I can eventually publish!  Yay!  Here are a few more photos that are all tricked out and ready for page design.

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Then I spent some time on the photography portion of my business—I do run a photography studio called Images By Tracy Lovett, and I had to design a customer book of images that we did of her daughter–here are a couple of the pages from THAT project.

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And you may learn more about my photography studio by checking out my Facebook page here.

After THAT, I was back onto Inclement stuff.  My friends Jared and TJ–the founding members of the band BETWIXT that I work with quite a bit, are coming down this Sunday to work on a collaborative project with me.  We have taken Sylvia McBye Learns To Fly and turned it into a script for what will hopefully become an animated children’s television pilot.  My 11 year old son, one of his friends, and my 8 year old daughter are going to read the parts for us, and we will record their voices so we can produce a finished audio portion of the show for future animation.  I am hard at work doing storyboards of the script as well.  Eventually, we hope to meet with people at PBS, maybe Nickelodeon, or other children’s tv networks to see if they are interested in what we are doing.

I was supposed to have a photo session this afternoon in my Studio, but one of the little ones wasn’t feeling his best, so we have postponed that until Saturday.  And that gives me  a bit of time to write my blog today.  After I am done here, I’m going to return to photography stuff for a few hours, editing some customer photos, and printing an order or two for Senior Portraits.

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Oh, and I played a game of chess with my son–partial game.  Chess and I do not get along, and I always lose interest about half-way through.  I also need to stretch two canvas portraits for customers today.

So, that is what my plans are for the rest of the day.  My sons (who are homeschooled) have had an art day today, working on “macro” projects–they have to design a macroscopic world, either real or imaginary–and do a drawing of it.  One of them is working on rendering a corner of his room, up close, complete with a tiny city and buildings that, at least in his imagination, exist in that space.  The other one is doing an outdoor scene, where the stems of plants are enormous and there are critters of all sorts living and breathing and fighting and dying, all on a tiny scale.  I wish I had time for this project as well….it sounds so fun and full of possibilities.  But alas, I have a full plate already.

See, that’s the thing about creativity, and creative jobs.  Sometimes, they require laser-sharp focus, and many times, you are running hither and nigh, accomplishing many unrelated or semi-related tasks just to get through the day.  But, that’s my life.

So, back to it!

Tracy Lovett is an artist, author, illustrator, photographer, wife, mom, and all around creative gal trying to spread the message that creativity is one of our most important qualities.  She uses her books, photographs, and writings to encourage others to just take the chance and be creative. This BLOG is about her creative journey into all her creative endeavors, including writing for children and adults, art and illustration, photography and photo-illustration, and book-building from beginning to end.  There may be other “sidetrips” that can’t be predicted–so hop in and enjoy the ride!  You may learn more about Tracy here.  You may follow her on Facebook here.

 

Foggy Perspective Makes Sharp Photos

When you go to someone’s home, and they cook you a great meal, do you ask what kind of stove they have? I am always amused by the question “What kind of camera do you use?” I hate to tell you all this, but it isn’t what you have, but how you use it that matters the most.

I went for a walk in the fog yesterday—for 2 days here in Southwest Iowa we’ve had a luscious, velvety fog enveloping our world. And, yes, I realize that fog is sucky when you are driving. But for photography purposes, it is AWESOME. Several years ago, I went out in a fog very similar to this one and took photos in the cemetary that is just up the street. I got beautiful images, and yes, I took my pro gear. Here’s a couple, and I love them.

 

Yesterday, I decided to walk the daughter to school, simply for the fun of walking in the fog. And, I decided to bring a camera. BUT, I didn’t want to drag out the studio cameras and the bags of lenses and go trotting 13 or 14 blocks with all that rattling gear. So, I grabbed a small Canon point and shoot camera that I keep around because it has an awesome zoom lens and I don’t have to think much when I use it–hence, the name, point-and-shoot.

And I got beautiful stuff. Now, it isn’t the same stuff. It has some technical differences that i can see, but many people won’t be able to. In fact, I might like some of the point-and-shoot pics better.  My point here is this….no matter where you are in your own creative journey, no matter what gear you have, or how long you’ve been doing whatever it is you do, when the moment is there to do something creative, SEIZE IT. Don’t worry about whether you have tools that cost 5 grand or 50 bucks. Just go do something.

My grandmother ran a motel when I was little. She had a guest once that did some art with ballpoint pen and cocktail napkins, and it was AMAZING. He left them behind, because, to him, they were probably just cocktail napkins with ballpoint scribbled on them, but wow….he had talent. That stuck with me. I spent hours drawing on whatever I could, WITH whatever implement was nearby, all because of this man’s inspiration.

Use what you have. Use it as often as you can. Practice, practice, and don’t be discouraged by your first attempts. Artists of all types discard many more “pieces” than you can possibly imagine. You don’t have to have expensive ANYTHING to be creative.

Snow is coming tonight (I hope. Please, weatherman, be right for once!) I’m gonna photograph everything in it. I’m gonna use all sorts of gear. I may even break out the black and white film and the old medium format cameras.

Some of the best meals I’ve ever eaten in my life were cooked over campfires, no fancy stove required.

Buck’s Rodeo…

Tracy Lovett is a wife, mother, author/illustrator and photographer living in Southwest Iowa. She has written and illustrated 6 children’s books in the past 3 years, the last being a novel for ages 12 and up called Buck’s Rodeo, which is available in dead tree format as well as a Kindle book. She is working hard to get the picture books on the Kindle as well.   You may find her books on Amazon, and by clicking here.  You may follow her on Facebook and on Twitter, and even dig her up on Pinterest.

I Wanna Be Sylvia

I love this book.  I mean I LOVE this book.  This one was easy.  This one was just a smile to pull off.  The idea came to me when I was riding in the car on the way home from my grandmother’s house on a windy April afternoon.  The clouds scudded across that new blue spring sky, and the wind lifted the hair from my forehead, making me remember the days that I ran free as a child, my feet tender-bare for maybe the first time that year, with a kite riding the waves of turbulence above  (and how come, looking back at things, it seems there were so FEW of those days?).  There is a POWER to flying kites.  The string thrums in your fist, the wind pulls it surprisingly strong, and when you’re a kid, you don’t realize what a FORCE the wind is, how it can rip off roofs and sail people catastrophically through the air.  You just can’t SEE it, that’s the thing.  It is invisible, powerful, and there.  I remember one childhood kite, a shaped like a butterfly, with long tails depending from each wind.  That thing climbed so high it was a dot with tiny ribbon thread tails, nothing but a string heading up up and away, into the air, disappearing into the distance and glare.

When I reached Junior High age, I would build my own kites, sometimes well, sometimes disastrously.  I have my own kids do this now, for fun, and for part of their homeschool curriculum.  I think I enjoy it more than they.  I don’t have to be coaxed away from the laptop to do it, at any rate.

I remember Charles Shultz’s Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree.

I remember, vaguely, some sort of inflatable kite my dad purchased for a family picnic when I was small-small, before my parents divorced.  It was orange, and my memory has painted it as some sort of weird flotation device for the pool tethered to kite string, although I know that REALLY wasn’t how it was.  There was a kite-eating tree at that picnic as well, a harbinger of things to come for my family perhaps.

And so I wrote this book.  Because of all that.  And because I’m a bit like Sylvia.  She just believes in problem-solving.

Problem solved...

She works it out for herself, trial-and-error, and she knows no fear.  Now, that last part, about fear, ISN’T like me, not at all.  I think that all the stuff we’re afraid of as kids–vampires, ghosts, monstahs–they all make much more rational sense than the crap we get scared of as adults.  Mortgages, death, money, marriage, divorce, and all those other millions of miles of crap that is strewn across the roads of our lives really isn’t what we should be afraid of.  We should be afraid when we DON’T see the ghosts anymore, when the vampires disappear, when money takes over and do-or-die is all wrapped up in the divorce decree.  Sylvia knows she can fly, just because she KNOWS.  The perfect surety of a child.  She can build it, she can make it happen. Somehow, someway.   I wrote this because I WANT to be Sylvia.  And I want to feel that magic and that wonder of the kite string humming in my hand, pulling me to places unknown.

Watch the lil’ music video of the book here.

The music on the video was created by two mutual friends who have formed the band BETWIXT, to create amazing music for kids, that, incidentally, is very catchy for adults as well.  They are awesome.  They are in my book, Buck’s Rodeo.  They will have their own picture book soon, as well.

 
Tracy Lovett is a wife, mother, author/illustrator and photographer living in Southwest Iowa. She has written and illustrated 6 children’s books in the past 3 years, the last being a novel for ages 12 and up called Buck’s Rodeo, which is available in dead tree format as well as a Kindle book. She is working hard to get the picture books on the Kindle as well.   You may find her books on Amazon, and by clicking here.  You may follow her on Facebook and on Twitter, and even dig her up on Pinterest.