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“The Bath” Chosen for “All New England” Exhibition

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Please join me at the reception for
the
Cape Cod Art Association’s
special exhibition
“All New England.”

My image

“The Bath”

has been chosen
as one of the celebrated images.

I’ve shared with you
expansive outside beauty…
the changing flow of water on the marsh,
the tree alive through winds upon the ocean bluffs
mystery and intimacy deep within the blizzard…

I now offer you a different view…
the gift of inner silence, peace and nurturing
Light, reflections, Love
All that I feel deeply at my winter Cape Cod home.

A breath. A sigh.
May you also feel the Enchantment
always present in our everyday lives.

Reception, October 19, 5:00 PM – 7:00 PM 

 Exhibition,
October 16 – November 12, 2017

Cape Cod Art Association
Photography Center of Cape Cod

3480 Main Street
Barnstable, MA  02630
508/362.2909

Image: “The Bath” from the collection “Home”
First Encounter Beach, Eastham, MA

© Heidi Straube 2017

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Are You Feeding Your Inspiration?

“Self-Portrait: Artist at Play“, Heidi Straube, © 2011

 

NOTE TO READERS:

I wrote this article 6 years ago – and it still gives me great pleasure to remember the event, and what I learned from it. In fact, I’m going to go out and act like a kid, RIGHT NOW! I hope this inspires you to go out and do the same…

Happy Feed Your Inspiration Day!

* * * *

“It’s marvelous, marvelous! Nothing will ever be as much fun.
I’m going to photograph everything, everything!”
(Jacques-Henri Lartigue –  after taking his first photograph, age six) 

Yesterday I participated in a street painting workshop.

It was wonderful.

Three hours on a Saturday morning on a beautiful day in Houston. Eighty degrees, clear blue skies, coffee and kolaches.  Laughing and creating with my friend, enjoying being in the space of other people who were creating too, learning something new.

Later in the afternoon, I showed a picture of my “painting” to another friend.

He laughed, saying “It looks just like a kid’s picture!”

And I laughed too.  “I know, isn’t it great?”

I felt like a kid. I had had no idea what I was doing, enjoyed the process, didn’t judge the outcome…and it was totally freeing.

If you are doing the same thing every day (whether in your creative work or your life) and wondering what happened to your inspiration, try something new. Change up the routine, even if it’s going to a different place for coffee before work, listening to a new radio station on the internet, or wearing a color you don’t usually wear.

If you are feeling blocked, in the dead zone, without creative ideas or enthusiasm for life, claim and deepen your inner silence. Then also look to outside sources to nourish your soul.

We often live our lives in the same way, with the same people, and no new perspectives, support, or learning. And then we expect “inspiration” to come when we call.

Perhaps inspiration is right not to show up on command. If you were ignored, fed little, and expected to be there no matter what, would you keep on showing up?

There are many ways to feed your inspiration, and actually, what nurtures you may be totally different from someone else.

This week I realized that I needed a new inspiration “shot,” and it wasn’t going to come from my usual friends and colleagues sources. It was time to call on my outer spirit guides!

Curiosity, hunger for learning, and comradeship with kindred spirits are some of the things that feed my inspiration. So I (among other things):

* Watched a fantastic DVD, “Inspirations” by Michael Apted – Interviews with creative people talking about their creative process, work, and lives

* Looked at and read “Seasons of Light” by photographer Peter Brown, a wonderful book of images and writing

* Went to a talk at the Museum of Fine Arts Houston about Istanbul in the 16th century, learning more about Islamic art and how the miniatures reflected the culture, remembering the special time I had in Istanbul last spring, and meeting some new like-minded travelers and art lovers.

* Discovered a new photography show at the MFAH I had been unaware of, images from Heinrich Kuhn, filled with my favorite kind of photography.

* Dropped by to see some friends renovating a building, appreciating their vision and skills in creating beauty and function in a physical architectural form.

Swimming, a great cafe, and people I love enhanced the experience.

What nurtures your inspiration? What have you been neglecting?

Be good to yourself and let other sources feed you. Whether they’re new sources or old sources, make sure they are deliberate sources that you know make you alive.

Walk away from the usual, if even for an hour.

Feed and nurture your inspiration.

 

(“Heidi, first street painting,” Cameron Payne, © 2011)

Street Painting Workshop, taught by Cecilia Linayao Bio, sponsored by Via Colori, funded by Center for Speech and Hearing, Houston.

“Derek Walcott, Poet of the Caribbean”

“For every poet, it is always morning in the world,” he said. “History a forgotten, insomniac night; History and elemental awe are always our early beginning, because the fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world, in spite of History.”

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Photo ©Jill Krementz, All Rights Reserved

 

I seek,

As climate seeks its style, to write
Verse crisp as sand, clear as sunlight,
Cold as the curled wave, ordinary
As a tumbler of island water.

– Derek Walcott, “Islands”

“I come from a place that likes grandeur; it likes large gestures; it is not inhibited by flourish; it is a rhetorical society; it is a society of physical performance; it is a society of style,” he told The Paris Review in 1985. “I grew up in a place in which if you learned poetry, you shouted it out. Boys would scream it out and perform it and do it and flourish it. If you wanted to approximate that thunder or that power of speech, it couldn’t be done by a little modest voice in which you muttered something to someone else.”

NYTimes Article, 3/17/2017, “Derek Walcott, Poet and Nobel Laureate of the Caribbean, Dies at 87,” William Grimes, photo ©Jill Krementz

Heidi Straube – Inner Path Photography

“Higher Selves”

Higher Selves, First Encounter Beach, Heidi Straube Inner Path Photography

 

We speak of wanting to live from our higher selves

To treat all with honor
see their best side
always act from compassion and love.

I know, it can be a challenge.

This poem is for you, my friend, who sighs and says
“So peaceful where you live!”

Yes.
I agree.

Easier to connect with that high saintly self
After stepping out on a cliff to discover…

This.

I am grateful.

Image: “Higher Self”
First Encounter Beach, Eastham, MA, Cape Cod
© Heidi Straube 2017

 

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