I spotted this petite gem puff in the East Village. At the awkward time of her puberty's prime when all others her age would be attempting invisibility, she was dancing like a beyond-the-stars champion.
Only one thing she wore was not orange, beige or pale; But it was made of disco-sequins in every shimmying shade of true blue.
If she could twist it, snap it, twirl it, or tap it, she was...
ARE YOU? EXCLAMTiON POiNT!
I always carry a sketchbook. If you think more than not, I'd suggest attempting to let your thoughts run free across the old-fashioned page.
Having a portable sacred space to figure (draw) out, fashion a-muse and shape ideas with ink - all in complete liberation from slavery to the power cord - is one of life's most creative freedoms. Without a doubt, I will doodle until death do us part.
Few moms could be more RADiANT, ViRTUOUS and FUN than my inside-out glowing one. Thank you to our MAKER for making her.
I extend today's celebration to hot - of all temperatures - mamas. May the sunrise treat you to an invigorating run through the woods, a brunch mimosa or two, or better yet...both.
*Run. *Crackle. Crackle. *Heavy Breathing.
*Clink. Clink. *Laughter. *Jazz. *Clink. Clink.
I drew this gal right before attending Alvin Ailey's "50th Anniversary of Revelations" dance performance. I almost jumped out of my seat when I discovered "This Little Light of Mine" was Mr. Ailey's favorite song.
I dedidicate all radiance to Mr. Ailey, Judith Jamison, the Ailey dancers, MLK jr., Fannie Lou Hamer and the Creator that animates through all.