Beatrix Potter continues to inspire me and I'm loving it. In fact, I'm actually surprised at how my artwork is unfolding these past few days. It's nothing like what I've created in the past and it seems to hold a simple yet childlike heart and freedom within it. BUU--TEE--FUL! :)
Today's piece, "The Tale of Whittling Willie", was inspired by an early morning walk yesterday. Despite the weather being quite chilly, I had this craving to get out and take in everything as much as possible; an unusual desire to see things with a new pair of eyes so that's exactly what I did.
While walking along a dirt path, something to the left caught my attention. I stopped and turned, scanning the sides of a muddy creek, but found nothing. Or so I thought. Just as I began to walk away it moved again, making a huge fuss on the water's edge. It was a little beaver and once he realized I was gazing at him in wonder, he seemed to tilt his head slightly, looking at me in the most peculiar way.
I watched in amazement as he began tugging a dead water rat that appeared half his size down the muddy shore, all the while taking periodic breaks to stop and look back at me. I smiled.
For a brief moment I felt this magic inside that Miss Potter must have felt while exploring the world around her as a little girl, attempting to capture each treasure within her journals and nurturing each of life with her brushes and made up tales.
Note: This is a true story. Not made up.
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