Since a kid I've had these creativity urges and propelled by my parents (specially dad) and family, they grew and grew till..well... my mind had to expand somewhere else. jajaja
Maybe that's why school classes were'nt precisely my favorite place to be. Don't missunderstand me, I loved school buuut something took me faar away from there. -Mrs. your daughter behaves alright, the prob is that she never pays attention in class ...sic... since then, mom tells me I have birds in my head. No mom, not only birds..flower too..jajaja.
I remember one day Dad taught me how pistachio shells can be roadstones and wooded sticks the house's fence, some cotton clouds and sand paper backgroud hills...Those were the foundations of a weird behaving imagination of mine...
Foundation. noun. The basis on which a thing stands, is founded, or is supported.
Reflecting on this, I looked back to when did i learned to... d[*_*]b
A bit more than 12yrs ago I started cross-stitching....oh my! and some 20yrs since Oma introduced me to needle and thread...the possibility of sewing my dolls clothes... I still sew. Mom taught me how to crochet some years ago, but just retook it 2yrs ago and last Dec Oma taught me knitting principles. Paper, paint, colouring pencils, watercolours...etc have been my companions along all this 27 (almost 28) yrs. Theads, fabrics, beads...textures, colors, and all the possible combinations make my mind go nuts with dif, proyects...
So, I decided to blog this urge in order to find an answer to a question: What am I going to do with them?
Maybe that's why school classes were'nt precisely my favorite place to be. Don't missunderstand me, I loved school buuut something took me faar away from there. -Mrs. your daughter behaves alright, the prob is that she never pays attention in class ...sic... since then, mom tells me I have birds in my head. No mom, not only birds..flower too..jajaja.
I remember one day Dad taught me how pistachio shells can be roadstones and wooded sticks the house's fence, some cotton clouds and sand paper backgroud hills...Those were the foundations of a weird behaving imagination of mine...
Foundation. noun. The basis on which a thing stands, is founded, or is supported.
Reflecting on this, I looked back to when did i learned to... d[*_*]b
A bit more than 12yrs ago I started cross-stitching....oh my! and some 20yrs since Oma introduced me to needle and thread...the possibility of sewing my dolls clothes... I still sew. Mom taught me how to crochet some years ago, but just retook it 2yrs ago and last Dec Oma taught me knitting principles. Paper, paint, colouring pencils, watercolours...etc have been my companions along all this 27 (almost 28) yrs. Theads, fabrics, beads...textures, colors, and all the possible combinations make my mind go nuts with dif, proyects...
So, I decided to blog this urge in order to find an answer to a question: What am I going to do with them?
3 comments:
Quedo verdaderamente imprsionado acerca de lo que es posible realizar cuando en verdad se quiere ser creador, ¡cuanta inspiración es necesario acumular! creo que no solo eisten sunamitas,..¡felicidades!
¡Ojalá D__s te bendiga con muchos hijos deseados!
a pesar de no conocerte...claro
THNX Anonymous, very kind of ya :) come as often as you like y deje un comment que siempre son bien recibidos :)
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