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by Don Ford
It all started for m...The Artist In Me<br />by Don Ford<br /><br />It all started for me during my college days. I attended an art class at Houghton College. Most were pencil or painted pieces on canvas. My art teacher after the first year asked if she could keep my art portfolio to show to the next class. I said okay. She kept it all in a book.<br /><br />It wasn’t long before my artwork became photography. But I wanted to be able to couple art with my poetry and storytelling. A picture could help to complete a story idea. It helped move my work along. Now I get pictures and stories published together. Pictures help sell my writings.<br /><br />My art was then applied to a digital process to allow me to bring the picture and words even closer together. I might add words, or other colors, and even framing to bring all of my writings and art together as one.<br /><br />The Writer and the Artist <br />by Don Ford<br /> One day, a hot day at best, I was sitting alone on a bench in the park. No sooner had I sat down when a small bird almost landed on my head. Curious, I watched it land instead in the tree above me. I couldn't help but comment. <br />"Aren't you just the prettiest thing." <br />"Why, thank you," was the bird's reply," <br />I was astonished at both the words and the remarks. A bird just spoke to me. There was no one else around trying to trick me, so I was really hearing something. <br />"Surprised?" <br />"How can you be talking, you're a ..." <br />"Yes, I am a bird, but not just any flyer, I am from a much higher realm. I am from the realm of imagination." <br />"Am I sleeping? So when will I wake from this odd dream?" <br />"Imagination is a real place, you have to dream a lot to get there. You have to think colorful thoughts and sometimes close your eyes to get there. But believe me when I say it is very real. Words like yours on paper are a tool you use to help others feel, smell, hear and actually help them imagine they are there." <br />"Why are you here speaking to me?" <br />"I am a what you call a work of art. I was colored beautifully in my world and I am not like you, a writer. I need you to help others know I exist; that there is a whole other world out there. One that is found in the expression of color, design, texture, and so much more. You can express our world in the choice of your words." <br />"But they are only words on paper." <br />"Oh, no they're not. They are life experiences that one has and another swears they were there too. You take the readers to your worlds in your writing. As you describe a falling shelf of water, as it careens off the cliffs above and crashes and splashes on the smaller rocks below, we can see it in our minds, and it takes us to the scene you are trying to paint. Imagination is the "paint." Now add the picture of the falls, and place the reader there." <br />"So you are the Artist, with color intact, and are here to add a brush stroke of your genius, is that not right?" <br />"Wow, you are right on target, that is exactly who I am and why I am here. Why go it alone when you have me, your imagination. Use me ! I am at your beckoned call. Anytime of the night or day I am here. Imagine you are sitting in a full field of flowers, now add our colors in a picture to your story and you have a complete work." <br />My bird then flew higher than I have ever seen one fly before and it vanished out of my sight, but imagination will always be there for me, and I never forget to use it with my writings. grassrootsnoreply@blogger.com