(Note: Please disregard the previous carnival post done today.)
Welcome to the eighth edition of the Creativity Carnival. The previous carnival “Girl” wasn’t a bright and happy cue-art – and yet some fabulous bloggers bit the proverbial bullet and plunged in. Thank you for participating. I know that you want my dark spell to end.
I hope that this week’s prompt will accomplish that.
Here is the cue-art for this week. It’s very different from all the previous cue-arts. I must tell you that this is one of my older drawings. The cue-art that I had actually created for this week, turned out to be even darker than the one I posted for the previous carnival. I think we all need a break from me 🙂
Here are few simple rules.
- Your cue is the artwork above.
- You have a week to get creative and make a post that connects with the cue.
- You are welcome to do anything creative with the cue. Here is a list of possibilities:
- Write a Story (tiny/short/long…whichever works for you. A tip: Shorter Stories, more reads.)
- Share an Anecdote
- Write a Poem
- Draw a doodle
- Paint a picture
- Some other creative craft that I can’t think of – but it must explore and even extend the portrayal in the artwork.
- Include the cue-art in your post.
- Link back to this Creativity Carnival Post so that a ping back is registered. It will help other bloggers (including this caricaturist) can visit your post, like it, love it, and comment upon it.
1. Links to the pages and the home-page of a blog don’t result in a ping back.
2. Links created through an image (linking an image to a post) don’t create a ping back.
For more details (mostly superfluous) please visit the Creativity Carnival page here.
Do tag your posts “creativity carnival”. So if you start following the tag, you’ll find the newest carnivals in your Reader.
I will look forward to visiting your blogs 🙂
In my opinion, Girl is one my most complex drawings. The mood that I was in the day I drew it, has a lot to do with the thoughts that became the Girl. In my mind, she is the ISIS girl. A girl who either joined them of her free will, or who was abducted, used, sold by them. She is young. Fifteen. Or she is No. 15. She has been persecuted for her faith, her family’s faith, and for being a woman. She hopes for peace but finds none. She lives in a dystopian future, symbolized by the torn calendar – with no hope, she is terrorized for footsteps coming her way…