So, there’s this woman named Sally. She grew up with music and art and amazing people surrounding her and when she came into her power, she wanted to start something that could grow and last. Something that required people to join the game; participate. The game is about creative flow and it starts with one piece of inspiration. (insert sound of match igniting here…)
It might be a word or a song. Maybe a video clip or a photograph. Anything really. Strangers, friends, whoever is moved to do so, uses that prompt to create something else that was inspired from experiencing the first offering.
The game is growing, just like Sally hoped it would, and people are collaborating right here online. (…more fires lighting from the first flame…)
The only reason I am aware of this project is a photographer friend posted a link online to her beautiful photo that was used as the June 2018 inspiration over at Consenses.
Always a fan of anything Jane Rosemont does, I followed her like Samwise to see where the journey was taking us that day. I have a gorgeous photo on my wall that she created during another creative project where she used old tea bags.
Knowing I’d end up someplace amazing, I followed the link in her post to the June Challenge at Consenses and spent some time with this haunting image she had captured on the Salton Sea.
The photo plucked a chord on the still strings that live in my dusty memory and a poem showed up.
Almost a Life MDH/©2018
I found a photo of our place
At the bottom of an old suitcase
Just you and me and the Salton Sea
In the house of lover’s souvenirs
Days passed as we climbed together – up that inner mountain
Igniting love a thousand times until it was a fountain
Spilling out onto the sand,
Shimmering magic in our hands
Brave enough to make a stand
Your soul and mine, our lives entwined
The light we made had left us blind
We couldn’t lean so hard upon the fragile frame
In this place of dreams – just a shell remains.
An almost home; an almost life, a link without a chain
An empty bed,
A book unread
And all these pictures in my head
Hands laid on your sun warm skin, echoed laughter here instead
No more remains of what we were
Just frame and dust and whispered words
Like promises of so much more
And seeing as there was no door
They blew off on a desert breeze
Your goodbye left me on my knees
There was a time this would have been enough for me
When you were standing at my side out on the Salton Sea
That’s my small offering, but have a look at some really phenomenal projects posted out there.
Like this one from an 11 year old girl who created and performed this song, Under Her Braids. Have a listen…
11. She’s ELEVEN years old.
Want in on this game?
Follow me, little dove…
To join this “Artistic game of telephone”, click the link watch the video where Sally talks about how this whole thing works.
Then, click CREATE and start the engine of creativity……..
And while you’re surfing through wonder, go see what Jane is up to now. Her world is filled with art and music and film; like her film Shirts! that recently premiered at the Dances With Films festival in Los Angeles, June 2018. It stars her husband, Dick. Yeah. That’s right. Dick & Jane. I also have friends named Wendy & Peter. Deal with it.
So why are you sitting there wishing you could do something fun again? Go play with matches…