What’s Your Secret Garden?
i have been working on a project.
i have not told any of you about the project. It is my secret.
When i get a few hours to myself, or a few minutes, i shut out the world and try to succumb to my imagination, and my childhood fantasies. Those memories are the only ingredients that can make my project work. The kind of images i need to translate onto paper are the same ones that would fill my head while i was reading a fairytale, or dreaming a dream, or describing heaven. i conjured up rooms made of candy, worlds where we everybody flies on delicate wings from place to place, or comfy spots for snuggling that were as soft as as homemade marshmallows and as deep as a hundred feather pillows.
But i wonder…
What kind of places filled other children’s daydreams? Mine can’t be the only ones.
If you want to help with this project (the one i’ve never told you a darned thing about), you could share your own “secret gardens” with me, and i can nestle them down into some paper with my watercolors and pencil as well. They can keep mine company.
When i am done, i promise to share.
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I used to envision a large, old oak tree next to a blue lake, with a short cliff between the two. Whomever I wanted to talk to would be there, and whatever I wanted to do, I would do there. If I wanted to draw or sing or dance or wear funny clothes, I would imagine myself doing it there, with a friend or two or an angel or a friendly animal. If I wanted to talk to God, or my grandpa who had passed away, I would imagine them sitting there with me, and we’d talk. Sometimes, it would be silly and fun; other times, it would be peaceful. I could even yell or scream or say all the things you’re not supposed to say out loud, just to see what they sounded like. It was almost always sunset on a warm day and the grass was always very green. I’m in my 30s and I still go there sometimes.
wow “someone” that is heart-wrenchingly beautiful. lovely description. i felt like i was right there IN it. thanks so much for sharing. i loved reading it.
I have come to realize that, whether they know it or not, everyone has a secret isle tucked away somewhere in their imagination.
My island is called Rea. It is home to myself, three other friends, and a whole lot of silly creatures like angry gnomes, snobby shadow boys, beautiful purple dragons, tea-tree groves, chocolate-filled clouds, jeweled caves, polar zones, an animated two-foot tall stick figure that we affectionately call “The Little Man”, some mermaids who spend most of their time lounging on rocks, and a village full of drunk pirates who are really rather harmless, and always up for a good song or two.
Could you please create a piece of art that encompasses your secret island?
i love coming to your sight for a good burst of color, inspiration, and beauty!
sincerely,
-another Color-Seeker
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