Awake and Dreaming and Writing Poetry

Have you ever daydreamed your way into a great idea?  Have you ever paused before waking in the morning and had creative revelations come your way as you laid there...somewhere between sleeping and waking...in that pleasant and relaxed realm?  

 "Beyond Imagining"-  Acrylic on Canvas      16X20     $350

If you have kids and jump out of bed at the last minute with a million things to do, you may not get too many of these moments (I sure didn't while I was raising my family).  These days, I've come to love the morning hours when I'm by myself and before the day begins.  I like to keep it quiet.  I like to let my mind wander.  Maybe it's meditation.  Sometimes it turns into a prayer, but often its just quiet.  

I have found these times to be especially subject to creative thoughts...ideas for new work, new classes, new themes.  So much so in fact, that I've taken to keeping a journal next to my bed.  As with dreams (or honestly, most things I want to remember), I've found that unless I write it down, I tend to forget it.  

I was so inspired by my new friends and their poetic creations during my trip to Greece.  Their words were truly beautiful.  I found their poems heartfelt and inspirational. I found myself reminiscing about how I used to write poems as a teenager.  Then I stopped.  I don't know why, but I can imagine that I just got worried about baring my soul too transparently.   I do love words and I do love writing, so I decided to pass the time on the way home from Greece, not only painting, but trying to describe my love of these morning reveries through poetry.  (It was a REALLY long journey home).


I didn't have a personification for inspiration, until I looked up the god of inspiration (it seemed appropriate, having just left Greece- home of both gods and poetry).  It was then that the idea of personifying inspiration came to me.  After that, it all fell into place.  What fun!  

Next on my "to-do List":
I want to let these words inspire a painting...

Victory Song
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Here's my new poem below.  

The Muse  Rebecca Zdybel

In that space of quiet
Rest
Awake and dreaming free 
Abide a while 
Peacefully still 
And linger luxuriantly

Pause and watch the moments slip 
Sense of time now gone
Comes a flow 
of thoughts inspired                                           
Somehow new yet known

Taking shape
Familiar guest
The Muse she beckons me
Her veil aside
Her face revealed
Inspiration now I see

Beckoning 
The siren sings
"Come, linger by my shore..."
Songs of brush and pen and theme
 I hear her Whispering roar!


My heart caressed
In a breath dive deep 
No movement made
Its there...
A promise kept
Her generous heart 
Awaits, and its laid bare

Taking shape 
Thoughts---forward press 
Not urgent, yet a surprise 
My grateful spirit 
an open door for
For what the Muse inspires

Pearlsong revealed
I hear her tune,
The lyrics, every line
I float, I smile
Receive as gift
Her song for now its mine

Currents move
I journey on
Away from siren's shore 
What were those notes? 
They rang so clear 
As if I'd read before


I shift to stay
But force helps not 
So on and on I go,                   
a leaf afloat in currents unknown
I surrender to the flow

Again the notes her song become
Their waters quench my soul
I drink them in
Connection pure
Aware of my new goal

I wake inspired
Our tryst complete
Somehow its now so clear
I smile a lover's gratitude 
So glad I lingered here...

I can tell you that whether or not you relate to this poem, I had a fabulous time constructing it.  Finding just the right meter and just the right word or imagery, was similar to searching for just the right color or value in a painting.  I definitely felt myself shift into Right-Brain mode when trying to compose.  It was the same way I feel when I am painting or drawing.  Perhaps the Muse visited me.  


Let me know if you can relate to the sensation of inspiration coming to you as a gift, perhaps a heavenly one.  I'd love to hear from you...





Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media
Myrtle Beach, SC
rebecca@artmyrtlebeach.com

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Out of My Mind Again! Art- My Favorite Drug of Choice

Have you ever had an out of body experience?  I just did.  I passed a very long 9 hour flight without the need to sleep despite getting up at 3 AM in Athens.  I'm a little fatigued, but during the flight I completed a few small watercolor sketches in my travel journal, and did some writing.  So fun! I was really "in the zone".  Either that, or once again,  I was out of my mind!

Athens

Octopus on the line...Scala Sykaminia

Remembering Manh Manh Restaurant in Athens...OHPAH!!

Note to self: sketching is probably best done on smooth paper...

this one done on rough paper is an illustration of why =)

Windmills of Chios- a must see!  You can eat dinner there as the sun sets...just lovely!

If you're as old as I am, you may remember that old Calgon Bath commercial.  The catch phrase was,  "Calgon, take me away....!" Good old Calgon Bath products never had that effect on me, though if I had enjoyed them this way, perhaps they might have!  

If you're old enough to remember that commercial, you may also remember the natural child-birth technique called Lamaze.  Breathing was at the heart of the Lamaze method and I relied on for all 4 of our children's births.  It really worked.  

That was the first time I remember being transported mentally in a remarkable way without chemical assistance.  I always thought of Lamaze as self-hypnosis, and a way of going "somewhere else" in your head while all hell was breaking loose with your body.  

That feeling is not just available through chemicals or hypnosis.  Music can also transport me.  Playing music can be a quick way to lose a few hours once I settle in and get engaged.  

Sports can also take me there.  Being an athlete all my life, I've had times when I've played "out of my mind".  My hand and eye were incredibly connected.  When this happened my entire being was on fire and I was doing things I could not believe possible.  Everything worked and was in sync. I was in the zone.  It was the best!  If you're an athlete, you may have also experienced something similar.  I don't think I'm that special...I just think it's part of the human experience.  

Those times are incredible, and sometimes I feel myself in that same kind of head space while "in the zone" doing art.  Every artist who has seriously spent time focused on their artwork has felt some version of this phenomena.  Time slips away, you're focused and ideas are flowing.  You see more and more clearly, perceive more and more discerningly.  Associations come, ideas flow, and you may even forget to eat, drink, or sleep.  Concentration is keen, and yet you are not on edge.  It's a calm and centered mental place to dwell.  In her book, Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, Betty Edwards calls this mental state, Right-Brain Mode.

Having grown up in the generation before the "just say No" era, I confess to having personally had a motto of "just say Yes" to a whole lot of things that would prevent me from running for political office.  Having sampled a few wares of the legal and illegal sort,  I can report to those of you who may have made other choices, that nothing compares to the "high" I feel from art. ART is my new drug of choice.  


I have had conversations with a few of my friends who write as their means of expression.  They report a similar feeling when they are focused and feeling especially creative.  Betty Edwards encourages writers to do a sketch prior to writing as a means of focusing their creative centers and starting up that sense of flow.  The idea is, that once you begin the Right-Brain Mode, you can transition to writing and ride the wave of creativity a little more easily. 

Have any of you had this feeling?  I'd love to hear about your experiences..comment here if you would like to share.

Rebecca Zdybel

Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor

Art Lessons in all media

Myrtle Beach, SC

rebecca@artmyrtlebeach.com

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Photos of My Art Trip to Greece: Lesbos, Chios, Athens

What Inspires You??

Beautiful Light?

Landscapes?

Sunsets?

Perhaps something unusual makes you pause...

Yes, those really are octopi hanging on the line!

Maybe you find beauty in wildlife...

Maybe color inspires you...

I loved the lavender shutters in the house shown above

The beautiful bougainvillea against the magenta shutters was inspirational for me...

Perhaps you like shapes, and Abstract forms...

Maybe you love things with character and texture...

Whatever inspires you visually, you'll find plenty here in Greece! There's nothing better than traveling as an artist!  If you'd like to try it, think about joining me next year in Tuscany for a painting and cooking trip...Sept 27-Oct 4 2014!

Rebecca Zdybel

Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor

Art Lessons in all media

Myrtle Beach, SC

rebecca@artmyrtlebeach.com

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Busy day of painting & a couple pics from Greece!

This is a cute little spot in an amazingly beautiful medieval town on Chios.  The town is Mesta, and if you get the chance....GO!  I did a quick drawing in pen of this site and can't wait to paint it!  I also completed an abstracted painting which I will photograph and share another day.

The decorations on this building are very typical of the designs found on all the buildings in the town of Mesta.  The symbols are made with a technique known as "Scraffito".  It's a technique used in painting too, where you scratch into the surface to reveal what lies below.  It's so beautiful and very ornate.  What a great stop!  While there I did another 2 drawings of scraffito covered buildings.  Such fun, but also such a challenge!  I kept having cars park right in front of my line of sight!

I am having some personal breakthroughs while here and just loving encountering the people of Greece on the streets.  They are so warm and friendly.  As we sit in front of their homes and paint, we are generally met with offers of water and sweets.  I have a great story about that I will share another day.  I can't say enough about painting plein air or out in the open while on vacation!!!  The people I'm meeting are amazing and we have so much in common.  We look at the world through the same lens.  We have writers and poets along with us, and we all share a common perspective. Artists are found in all realms.   What a treat...

Rebecca Zdybel

Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor

Art Lessons in all media

Myrtle Beach, SC

rebecca@artmyrtlebeach.com

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Lost and Alone in a Foreign City- Learn from my Mistakes

It all began so innocently, we were to get off the bus in Mytilene, Greece on the island of Lesbos.  We were going to see a bit of the city for about 1/2 hour prior to catching our ferry to Chios around noon.  I was with the group and coming back soon to the same bus which had all my luggage.  I left my cell phone, which I always put in airplane mode anyway when I'm in Europe.  That way I don't get charged for incoming messages.  I had my passport, camera, cash, and credit cards with mee.  I was with our group of 25 and we began by setting out into the winding and crowded merchant section of town.

Immediately people began to dodge into bathrooms, stop at storefronts, and basically wander down the road together.  As is my habit, I began looking at the scene through my camera lens, and found lots of interesting subject matter all along the road.  I wasn't exactly sure of our destination, I didn't really care. That was my first mistake.

We approached an old abandoned and decayed mosque, and I heard from a friend that the interior was beautiful.  I was intrigued, and stepped onto a side street to get a better look.  I never went in, I just poked my camera through the windows.  What I saw was so engaging...abstract patterns of bricks, arches, steel rods, and soft light poking through sky holes here and there.  It was gorgeous and wanting to look at it from another angle I stepped around the side of the building without telling anyone.  That was my second mistake.

After getting some terrific shots for about 5 minutes, I came out on the street and didn't see anyone, so I continued going down the street in the same direction toward a church we had all been photographing.  I didn't see anyone in either direction, but I just figured I would see them around the next bend in the road.  I didn't.

I got to the church, and figured they might be inside...they weren't.  The church was at a fork in the road.  I went down the first fork for about 5-10 minutes...and began to panic.  Where were they??? It was such a big group, and how could I not see them???  My next thought was that they must have gone down the other fork in the road.   I began to jog.

When I got back to the church I checked inside again- nobody there.  I asked around but no one spoke English.  The other fork in the road was a possibility.   Time was not my friend at this point so I began to fun a little faster that way.

I traveled down that fork for about 5-10 minutes but it felt all wrong.  The street emptied out onto a large church and the harbor. There were buses there, but not mine.  No familiar faces.  How could this have happened?  Where were we supposed to meet?  I realized I didn't know.  What were the contact numbers for our tour guide?  I realized I didn't have them with me!  I left them in my backpack on the bus.  My options were limited and none of them were great.  How could I be so stupid??  I was definitely lost and alone.

I had my passport, my money, no phone, and no way to contact my group.  I did not know where exactly we were meeting our bus, although I did know where the bus had dropped us.  It was about 20 minutes away if I ran the whole way.  Perhaps that was where they were.  I could go back there, but I wasn't sure I could get a taxi in that location if I was wrong.  There also was the possibility that they might leave without me and try to find me later.  Where would they look for me?  Would it be best to stay where they last saw me?  I began to feel panic not only for me, but for the group, knowing that there would be an uproar when they realized I was missing.  I knew they would be terribly worried about what had become of me.

At that point I had been separated from the group for about 40 minutes and I didn't know exactly when the ferry left for Chios.  Given the deadline, and not knowing exactly where to meet them, I decided the best idea was to find my way to the ferry.  That was the one place I knew they would be.  It was the only certainty I really had.

I saw a number of taxis near the harbor when I had been there, so I decided to run there and grab a taxi  to the ferry...or ferries.  I wasn't sure whether there was more than one. Approaching the first cab driver I poked my head in the window and asked if her spoke English.  He answered,"Yes", so  I asked him when the next ferry was to Chios, and he said, "Tomorrow."  I knew that was wrong, so I told him," No, I need to go today.  When is the ferry today?"  He thought for a moment and then said,"Yes, there is a ferry in about 1 hour."  I asked him how much to go there, and it was only 3 Euros.  That was my first piece of good news...the low price told me I was close!

I got in the cab and asked him if there were any other ferries headed to Chios today.  He said, "No." but after his initial answer about the ferry schedule, I wasn't completely confident of his knowledge.  He dropped me and ran to the ticket counter...nobody was there.  Some sketchy characters were hanging around the ferry station and I decided I wasn't going to speak to them.  I rounded a corner and there was a group of ambulance personnel.  I asked if any of them spoke English.  They directed me to someone inside a trailer.

Inside the trailer, the man told me that the ferry was on it's way and would leave for Chios in about an hour.  I breathed a huge sigh of relief, and realized that I was probably not lost forever.  For better or for worse, I could get myself to Chios.  I didn't know the hotel name, but I figured that worst case, I could figure my situation out once I got there.  I went back a few times to my English speaking contact.  "Is there any other ferry leaving for Chios today?"  The answer was," Yes, there is another leaving at 8PM."  I knew that was not our ferry, so I figured I was in the right place.  Later on I asked," Do any other ferry lines operate a boat to Chios?"  He assured me that this was the ONLY boat bound for Chios leaving from Lesbos today.  That was when I finally relaxed and realized that all would be well.

It was also when I allowed myself to imagine how concerned and upsetting it must have been for all the rest of my group to have me go missing.  How could I have prevented this?  What were the lessons?
I had an hour to reflect, and this is what I came up with.  Maybe you can learn from my mistake.

If you're traveling abroad with a group on an excursion, here's advice I learned the hard way:
1. Always have your passport, money, credit card, and PHONE with you.
2.  Inside your passport or wallet, slip a list of contact numbers pertinent to your trip.  Think about adding the numbers into your phone contacts.  I have!
3.  Know where you are to meet before you start out. Write it down.
4.  Always tell someone where you are, even if you think they know.  Travel with a buddy if possible.
5.  Wear a watch so you can keep time.

The end of the story is happy.  My bus driver found me at the ferry, and telephoned the tour leaders to let them know my whereabouts.  My biggest regret is having inconvenienced and worried my fellow travelers, but they were  incredibly generous and supportive once they found out I was ok.  Their reaction was such a balm for my frazzled nerves.  I appreciate their support more than they will ever know. Hopefully, this post may help someone else avoid finding themselves in a similar situation.

We are safely arrived on Chios and I look forward to checking the island out tomorrow...


Rebecca Zdybel
Artist, Instructor, Art-Travel Instructor
Art Lessons in all media
Myrtle Beach, SC
rebecca@artmyrtlebeach.com

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Lesbos- Poetry and Lesbian History

This is a statue of Sappho- A poet from Lesbos.  She is honored in the hilltown of Ayiassos which we visited today.  It seems especially appropriate to speak of poetry here in Greece.  Poetry is like a national pastime here.  The famous poet Homer is from this country. 1963 nobel laureate poet, Giorgios Seferis was also Greek. 
It seems especially appropriate here.  The island we are on is Lesbos.  It is known for it's poetry.  Sappho lived in the hilltown of Ayiassos which we visited for a day.  Sappho is an ancient poet who wrote about love between women long ago. These writings have given Lesbos it's association with female homosexuality.   During her era, women were being educated for the first time under a tolerant leader.  Girls would leave home to study together and it was during this time that she wrote her poetry.   However, love between same-sex companions was not necessarily as we tend to think of it in modern times. Everything seems hyper-sexualized these days, but it wasn't necessarily the case back then. Many have pointed to her as evidence of female homosexual love...or Lesbianism. Sappho was not necessarily a lesbian, but she is forever associated with the topic due to her poems. 

I've found that artists are often poets. Whether their poetry is visual or verbal, the heart of a poet can often be found in the soul of an artist.  

Poetry can be a sign of inspired thinking.  Many artists couple their artwork with writing.  I have sometimes worked this way...letting a journal entry or words inspire a piece of artwork. If you've never tried writing as a tool for inspiring your artwork, I encourage you to try journaling or waxing poetic and using it as inspiration for your art!

On this trip, a couple of special poets have found their way into my heart.  Connie Cuthbertson is one fantastic artist and poet who is a new friend.  She has been on a journey fighting cancer over the last few years, and the good news is that she is healthy!  She is fantastic and is currently on an extended solo trip around Greece. She inspires me, and I thought you might enjoy her lovely poem.  I love it and hope you do too!

To Dream ~ Poem

I go searching for peace 

at waters edge

like a moth to a flame
she draws me in

and I listen here

the ocean breeze moves through me
the waves pool around me as
I enter this rhythmic dance
here I am caught, mesmerized

and I wonder here

Within the waves my mind is freed

Sunlight shimmers its dazzling light

Receding tide carries me with her

to far off places of the mind

and I enter here

I raise a handful of this liquid light

it glistens now

through my fingers 

memories trickle down

and I imagine here

I wonder, will this water 

that now falls from my fingertips

make its way to far off shores

where only my mind can travel

My eyes lifted now

to the horizon of thought

this endless ever changing place

Where fantasies and memories flow

where times of past and days to come

keep tempo with the day at hand

and I explore me here

I visit often 
in this quiet place of mind

to contemplate, to meditate

breathe deeply, and to dream

 and I understand me here

When I look deep into the ocean

as I go searching 

for peace

at waters edge

I discover me here

Rebecca Zdybel

Artist/ Art Instructor

Myrtle Beach, SC

Art on the Fly- Thoughts on being an Art Adventurer

I'm off on another adventure!  Once again I'll be trying to make art on the road...or in this case, on the fly.  I've just arrived in Greece after an overnight flight.  I'm sitting in the cafe' enjoying a few minutes of free WiFi and a cappuccino.  I'm again reminded of how great a cup of cappuccino can taste!  Europeans have got the formula, or perhaps the right machines for great coffee.  I'm feeling pretty rested despite light sleep on the plane.

I had almost an entire day to kill prior to meeting my group in Athens at the Aegean Airlines counter.  I'm thinking I may use today as a time to do some drawing and perhaps just try to capture quick sketches here at the airport.  There are a lot of interesting faces here...

I've decided to not expect myself to create a lot of finished work while here.  I am going to try to capture moments through sketches and quick studies.  I hope loosening up will allow me to be more free and less inhibited.  That pressure to do "great things" can be stifling, and I had a bit of that feeling on my last trip.

Waiting to begin until you can do something great is a sure way to never get anywhere...

Those of us with perfectionist instincts can fall prey to that kind of trap if we're not careful.  When I first began doing art, I wouldn't start a painting until I knew where I was going to hang it!  How silly that seems now, but I'm sure someone out there can relate.  Thankfully, I've moved past that kind of mindset, but every once in a while I have to fight for the right to just jump in and do something simply for the fun of it.

We all have to begin somewhere...

Those of us who come to art later in life have to sometimes be willing to set aside the sense of competence and accomplishment we have achieved in other realms of our life.  There's almost a need to surrender our egos to the process of exploring something new and very challenging.  If we are going to learn new things as adults, we have to be willing to play around and perhaps fail occasionally.  Ironically, I've found that some of my best work has resulted from just giving myself permission to play around and have fun.  When I have joy in the process it tends to show up in the painting.  As a result, I'm all about encouraging my students to HAVE FUN and paint what interests them.  It's a formula that has worked for me, and I'd predict it would work for you too.


You may or may not know about my recent trip to Tuscany May 2013.  While there, I painted and drew my way around Tuscany and Cinque Terre with an art group led by my friend and mentor, Karlyn Holman.  I had lots of fun, sketching here and there, and painting when possible.  I loved what I did, but didn't have a lot of "finished" work upon coming home.  Prior to leaving on this trip, I did some work on a few of those sketches and had fun bringing a few of them across the finish line.

Here are a few of the watercolors and paintings which have resulted from my adventure in Tuscany.


In the painting I call “Bubble Boys”  I tried to capture a sense of light from the left and use it to shine a spotlight on the main characters of the drama I was trying to create.  The scene was a quiet corner in Castellina.  The young boy and the old man were in a separate location in the same town.  I had been charmed by their interaction and took some photos of them.   Later, I decided to merge them as characters into my scene after I’d drawn the location as I’d found it.  The scene was originally without people.  After assessing the drawing, it felt lifeless and so I placed the exchange between these two into the scene.  The result is this painting.  

Sketch done on location with figures inserted later

Bubble Boys
Watercolor and Ink on Paper
11X15

The villa pictured in this scene was very near San Fedele.  By pure chance, I ended up perched atop a ruin of a celtic altar in order to capture the scene.  The whole experience was magical...on a Tuscan hillside by myself and in the midst of all this greenery.  This painting begs the question:  when is the painting complete?  Sometimes the answer is, “when I’ve said all I have to say on the subject”.  I’m not sure if this one is complete...I still am tempted to inject an image of the fawn that visited me at the end of my time there, but for now, this painting is at least a remembrance of my magical moment at Villa Casa Nova.

Villa Casa Nova, Chianti

 The rooftops of Siena were not altogether evident in walking around town, but after photographing my way through the city I found that some cropping and zooming allowed me to focus in on some of the abstract patterns found above the rooflines.  There is a lot going on above the street level as you can see...wires, dishes, balconies, terraces, antennae, and more.  It was fun to treat them as patterns and make that the focus of this painting.

Rooftops of Siena

I was able to gain permission from the photographer to paint this aerial view of Porto Venere in Cinque Terre pictured below.  We met while on a ferry boat shuttling between the towns which form the Cinque Terre.  She and her book of photographs were lovely.  In painting it, I used a bit of collage to create a sense of the texture in the hills.  What I was really going after was the sense of the dramatic setting for the church at the entrance to the harbor and the steep incline on these precipitous cliffs.  I think the perspective of the composition helps get my point across.  It’s incredible that people have lived their lives for so many centuries perched on the sides of these cliffs. I’m hoping this piece conveys  some of my sense of wonder at the beauty and the ruggedness of the area.

Birds Eye View- Porto Venere, Cinque Terre

Our home base in Tuscany was the restored former monastery of San Fedele.  Such a romantic place!  That was the intention of this painting...to capture the romance of the location there.  I decided to give the wrought iron fence some prominence and push the lighting to create a sense of warmth.  I hope these paintings give you an idea of how wonderful it can be to augment your travels by capturing your memories through photography, drawing  and painting. That's why I'm on another art oriented trip...I can't get enough!

San Fedele, Chianti

As for Tuscany, I can’t wait to go back!  Showing San Fedele and the Chianti area to friends and students who may want to join me is next on my bucket list!  Let me know if you’d like to be part of our adventure in Sept 2014!!!  Cost is $2695 per person and includes art and cooking lessons, double occupancy room, two meals per day and all transportation from the airport and around the area to local sites I feel l will be conducive to painting, drawing, and photography.   

Please contact me if you're interested and I'll fill you in on all the fun details!  rebecca@artmyrtlebeach.com

My Greek Adventure will continue for the next couple of weeks.  

Our First Stop:  the Island of Lesbos!  I can't wait to learn more and paint my way around this ancient and beautiful country!  Here's a taste of one of my first Greek photos...lots more to come!  Stay tuned...

Molyvos: on the Island of Lesbos, Greece

Rebecca Zdybel

Artist/ Art Instructor

Myrtle Beach, SC

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