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Words Create pictures in our minds.

In relation to yesterday's post, 'Words', I just found something related to my invisible ink writing, that I had written some time ago, which I let you read (it is right at the end of that post).

These writings:

They say a picture speaks a thousand words.

I was telling you about these words, amongst others, because I was saying how words are important. These words had been written in invisible ink, (which is in fact candle wax, should you wish to try it), I think because I needed to not see what words I was writing. When I was explaining these words to you yesterday, I could not remember what they were, and you might have found that they had become too difficult to read...and I mentioned how that might not be a bad thing. The reason for that is because we don't actually need to know what these words are.

A picture is a picture because it does not need words.

On that page, unreadable, the words don't matter because the picture alone sort of gives off a vibe of what they are trying to say. You can read the atmosphere and the mood of these words, from the way the lines overlap and the way that the colours blur. I didn't mind that we could not make out the words, because I had a feeling that they are not helpful or happy words.

Written words are just lines.

Lines are not scary. despite their unimportance, I just found out what these lines said, because I found the rest of the scribbling I did leading up to and afterwards this image, in the depths of my photo files of my laptop. I have dug out the relating scanned in scribbles that relate to these unreadable words...

And I'm not sure if to share or not (because like I said, they are not important.) It turns out that they are indeed words that could be deemed as neither helpful nor happy.

But I have been talking about how its important to share words, and I'm sharing creativity. Words are to be treasured (see previous post), not to be ashamed of.

A picture of words, or with words, 

can speak a thousand more words

 than a picture without words.

These next images, reveal underneath all those scribbles. The scribbles are made up of the layers of words, written invisibly so that I did not have to see them or hear them or be faced with what they were. If I had seen them, I would have stopped writing them. Then, when I felt brave enough to see these words, I washed over them with ink. This made the invisible, visible. I'm sharing these invisible words because you might be able relate, and you might be able to see how the picture got so scribbly and messy, and I want to encourage you to communicate when things are scribbly and messy:

I told you it was probably better that we could not read them.

Now you might be able to see why-

They are sad words. 

Some of these words are already difficult to read, before they are even overlapping. 

I think that is because I was rushing to get them out, because I needed to get them out. 

Also, maybe because, like I said, we don't need to know exactly what they were saying, so they can be messy and not very clear.

Sometimes sad words get very squirmy.

Words overlap into scribbles:

Those words get blurry.

Scribbles = Art.

Then my thoughts are not words anymore, they just turn into this:

Art = commnication.

Then my brains go sort of noisy and fast and slow all at the same time, and I cannot vocalise it. I cannot find the words for it.
  My insides do this:

Communication = Expression.

Expressing your inside = calmer outsides.

Sometimes, to find some peace amongst all that noise, I use these shapes to make something more gentle, through some sort of meditative process such as:

 Printing...

Or,

Stitching...

Art is a healing tool.

The print was a resist print, made with procion dyes and using the thought lines drawn out, and photocopied. The photocopy lines act as a resist to the dyes, much like how the candle wax of my scribble words wavy line drawings acts as an invisible ink. The process of making this was slow and mehtodical.

The embroidered gentle wavy lines, are a fragile piece of almost sheer but not quite invisible fabric, which I dyed yellow to make happier. I have embellished those messy and angry and sad lines, with old and forgotten yarns. The process of making this was also slow, calming, meditative.

Now, those lines, and those scribbles, and those words, are a little bit more beautiful.

Words, pictures, scribbles = creative outlet.

That is just a few words I wanted to share, about how words can go from sad to happy,

and how they are just thought scribbles and then lines.

They are just lines of thought. 

And if they are bothering you, it's always better to get them out.

You can do all sorts of creative things with them if you like,

and sometimes they are not as ugly as you think they might be.

Sometimes you can use the ugly thing to make something more beautiful,

and then the ugly bits have less power over you.

Can anyone else relate to these words and scribbles?

Maybe try scribbling down your own, and see what you can make from them?

Please feel free to share your words and scribbles below.

Lines of thought:

"A line is a dot that went for a walk"

-Paul Klee-