You are never too old to adorn your grandma’s fridge with priceless art.
Not sure what’s up with that horse in a dust storm. I didn’t ask.
Whoever Carla is, poor girl needs some serious dental work.
I love the creations done by keeping your pencil on the paper until your main picture is complete.
And Madison doesn’t look like that at all in real life. Unless there’s some secret transformation I’m missing.
This is my new fridge, by the way. Never had a door handle this long before. Lots more area to wipe for sticky finger and hand prints. First time I’ve had a bottom freezer too. So far, big thumbs up.
Wabi-sabi is the beauty of the imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. It is the beauty of things unconventional and modest. It’s not just a style of art, it’s a world view.
“Wabi-sabi is a way of seeing the world that is at the heart of Japanese culture. It finds beauty and harmony in what is simple, imperfect, modest, natural, and mysterious. It can be a little dark, but it is also warm and comfortable. It may be best understood as a feeling, rather than as an idea.” – Mark Reibstein and Ed Young
Thanks Rarasaur for this excellent prompt for the promptless.
Imperfect, impermanent and incomplete describes so many things in my life, I found myself wandering around pointing them out to myself for such a long time that it got a bit ridiculous. At last I have come to the conclusion that wabi-sabi is just an over all general description for everything we hold personally dear. Might as well find and appreciate the beauty in our imperfect lives, because imperfection is all any of us is likely ever going to get. I suppose my cluttered mess of a house is a reflection of my scattered life, because it’s full of things I love, not for their perfection or their value (as potentially lucrative yard sale items) but for the way they make me feel whenever I look at them.
My granddaughter Omayja (pronounced by combining the meditation mantra Oohhmmm with the continent Asia) sat down at my kitchen table a few months ago and drew me a rainbow. It has been on my fridge ever since. It isn’t perfect as far as rainbow shapes and colors normally go, but to me it is a beautiful work of art. Normally I clear my fridge of all the coloring and pictures after a couple of weeks of opening and closing the door and having various pieces fly off in the breeze and flutter to the floor. That way there’s a clean slate for the next creative frenzie.
But this particular piece has survived a number of clean sweeps. I can’t seem to take it down. It gives me the most peaceful happy feeling whenever I look at it. And now it has a name, as every great work of art should. Omayjas Wabi-sabi Rainbow.
The next time she’s here I’ll ask her to sign it, and then I’m going to frame it and hang it up somewhere in the place of some perfectly aesthetically beautiful framed thing that pleases the eye but means nothing to my soul and has never touched my heart.
Dora does the stink eye.
Pink goes well with blue hair. And red arms.
Could be an Irish ballet.
Dora tries her hand at face painting.
This is coloring after my own heart. I LOVE green hair. And would you not just kill for this last ensemble? And go totally overboard with the self-tanning to complete your look? If you say no, there’s a lot more you need to learn about having fun. Thank you Maddy and Princess O. My fridge has never looked better.
I gave the kids some fridge magnets, turned around five minutes later and VOILA! The best fridge art I’ve seen in a long time. Thanks Omayja! A week later and it’s still there! Maybe I’ll leave it there forever.