Do you remember how joyful it was to draw when you were a kid?

Do you remember how joyful it was to draw when you were a kid?
To draw something just because you wanted to, without worry about whether you could or what the result would be. Imagine how wonderful it would be to revisit that feeling and just sketch something for the joy of it!

Last year I took part in a #sketchtember challenge and it was rewarding in so many ways. Mostly because it reminded me about the excitement of a blank page and the challenge/ joy of attempting to recreate images captured in imagination, even if they didn’t always turn out as planned. One of the biggest lessons was realising that doing is more important then perfection.

I also met some amazing people and artists along the way.

I really would love to recreate that #sketchtember joy so I have created a prompt list.

30 prompts, 30 days, 30 sketches. They aren’t any rules really just sketch something using traditional or digital means and post on stories or your grid. I have created a new hashtag #wecreateforjoy for the challenge so we can all see each other’s creations. Also pls tag @bright.blue.balloon so I can see and share your creations.

That’s it from me. Thanks for reading and hope you will join in and sketch, sketch, sketch!!!

Sending 💜💜💜 to you all!

Hold on to your balloon…

It’s rather windy here today. Strangely warm though! Make sure you hold on tight to your balloon. Don’t let it float away…

This is an illustration from A Wonderful Thing to Win. Where the bright blue balloon does float away but is discovered in an unexpected place. Owen and Carson make a rocket in order to bring it home. They use materials found in the recycling box. An adventure follows as they soar up, up, up to retrieve their bright blue balloon.

“If the balloon floats up, up, up until they can’t see it anymore

They’ll soar up, up, up until they bring it home once more”

Happy page turning x

©️ Lisa Moralee McLardy

Is that a lion I hear?

It’s been a while since my last post as I have been working on a project but I have really missed everyone here and am so pleased to be back 🙂

This poem followed after seeing the lions at a recent zoo trip. It reminded me of a time when hubby and I took a walk around Corstorphine Hill, Edinburgh and heard a lion roar.

Is that a lion I hear?

Is that a lion I hear?

It can’t be,

I live in Scotland you see…

But again I hear a roar,

So familiar,

So dear.

A sound from home,

The place where he is king,

Where he roams.

Is that a lion I hear?

Couldn’t be,

I live in Scotland you see.

I’ve taken a walk to explore the land,

Corstorphine Hill,

Beautiful and grand

Views like no other,

Breathtaking,

Pause,

Reflection…

I hear it again, that roar.

Tread carefully, that sound is true.

Silence.

Perhaps I was mistaken.

Further steps lead to a realisation.

(Perhaps I should have known)

Corstorphine Hill has a neighbour, Edinburgh Zoo.

Amusement ensues.

Is that a lion I hear?

Yes it is, majestic and true.

Two homes, two hearts merge in two.

(C) Lisa Moralee McLardy

Creation of wonder

Bubbles

 

Trilogy of the primary source
Bold
Yielding
Radiant
Confident to stand alone yet

Ready for a meeting of meant-to-be
Inevitably producing a trilogy of the secondary source
Passionate
Grand
Outstanding

The palette is generous
Step by step each combination provides an explosion of amazement
A variety of every shade
A creation of wonder

 

Words and Image Copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy

In the quiet afternoon sun we play

It’s a busy day,

Lots of to dos to get through.

Moving faster than I should.

Determined to tick off a record amount.

Our tranquil living room welcomes the afternoon sun,

Just like it did yesterday.

Challenging my frantic, multi-tasking thoughts.

In a moments breath I see your smile.

You are playing so contently, so enthralled.

You know what it’s all about.

You have captured the moment.

This precious, precious moment.

The to dos are static they will be there tomorrow,

But this moment will change.

Anxious pulls of errands and admin melt away.

As we just be.

In the quiet afternoon sun we play,

So enthralled, so content.

Words and image Copyright Lisa Moralee McLardy 2018