DAP ART on the move

 

So... I'm meticulous. I never get tired of redesigning. It's fun. But now it's time to stop hiding my baby from the the world and get her out there. Sometimes I enjoy the design process too much. 

Land Sea and Sky began with a hand drawn game in the winter of 2003. Over time, my hubby and I developed the rules because I wasn't a game player of this type. I was not sure of how tournaments are structured or rule development. Now after all these years, we are ready. My game is going to be available for public gameplay in March 2026. 

Participation: Learning the game is free at our events. If you win, you can choose to count your win as an official player. At the tournament, for a fee, the player will receive a player's badge and a food ticket.

Lose the game and surrender your badge to your opponent. Badges are bragging rights but they matter in live game play. There will only be one winner of the treasure chest.

Can't wait to see it in action. Can you?

DAP DESIGN

 

REX GA

Ahhh! The good'ole days! 'Bubble time for kiddies' began in 2020 when we were forced to be at home. Parents, like myself, slowly went mad trying to find something to entertain the babies. Soon we were making kits for the kids next door. It took a minute, but I finally have the perfect bubble solution for little fingers. 2025 was a great year for Primary Colors and Me. I was flattered when little kids choose to spend their snack money at my booth. Some mulled over their choices, while others rushed in like bulls. All, however, had a great time!

Based on my experiences from last year, I finally understand my brand, especially in relation to GA2RGN.com

Stay tuned to see the results of my brand development. Thanks fans!

It's ALIVE, DAP!

 

Sometimes I can get so distracted by the vending stuff, that I neglect to work on my writing. Despite having systems in the past, I would often derivate from them because of one need or another. I had to develop a system that could ignore need. It was just... something that I was doing. A part of my routine. 

It feels amazing to be in the flow again, I never really stopped writing. I actually write everyday. Forcing myself to write at least one paragraph. I was doing that for so long... now the book is almost finished but in stunted paragraphs. 

It has taken this long to understand how I write. Unlike drawing or my other creations, I've noticed that I need complete quiet. Mornings are now my jam and my flow is a river. 

It's about DAP time. Coming Soon! Custom Books!

 

Happy Bday to DAP's Biggest Fan!

 

The day my book was finished, my mother-in-law became a fan. All these years later, she is one of the very few people to ask me about how my business is going. When she asks, I still get surprised because I am not used to people asking me about that part of my life. Despite this blog, I am very private about my creative process. I usually keep this blog to help me with accountability. I feel called to create and Chris gets that about me. She is a good listener (something that my husband gets from her) and is genuinely interested in my process. I kid you not, she still has my drawings on her walls and art projects that still makes me cringe. 

I believe, I have a talent to see what people really would like for their birthday. So we hopped over to her house to spend time with her. That's what she really likes... your time. So I made the butter chicken she likes (the bean is crazy for it) and played board games. I also embroidered some lovely bedsheets.  Yuh gul still working on the needle-work skills, but she loved it anyway. I am very grateful for her support. Pillars like that are very important to artists. Now that the bean has gotten older, she comes to me for advice and support and it feels wonderful to reciprocate Chris' kindness.

Monday Makers: A new project

 

DAP Poetry Monday: Give me a D. A. P.

 

WANTED.

Seeking a cheerleader.

Skills required: Encouragement and Tenacity

Applicant must know how to give a D.A.P.

Must know what it spells

And what it means to support.

Ability to get along with other cheerleaders,

Real or Imagined; a plus.

(Head-high kick to head-high kick)

Yeaahh!

DAP Poetry Monday: No fun in funeral

 

Writing together

(Click, delete)

Laughing together

(Click, delete)

Arguments, Hugs, Plans

Together

(Click, delete)

Memories of all above

From the sister I chose…

(Click, save)

https://new-mypostcovidlife.blogspot.com/

DAP DAT Inspiration 6422

22 Martyrs of Uganda 

A bronze, bas-relief of the 22 Catholic Martyrs of Uganda, gifted to Presentation College, Chaguanas, Trinidad and Tobago. It was given in 1960 to the Christian brothers who founded Presentation College. Photo by Sean Crepin

The Uganda Martyrs are a group of 23 Anglican and 22 Catholic converts to Christianity in the historical kingdom of Buganda, now part of Uganda, who were executed between 31 January 1885 and 27 January 1887. They were killed on orders of Mwanga II, the Kabaka (King) of Buganda.

22 of the Catholic martyrs were canonized by Pope Paul VI in 1964. They are commemorated on June 3rd.

Click here for 5 facts on the 45 Uganda Martyrs

St. Kizito being baptised by St. Charles Lwanga at Munyonyo, who was just 25 when he was murdered.

Poetry Monday: Admiration

 

We smile when the food comes to the table.

Polite smiles until the waiter walks away.

We needed this food

To swallow 

A long day 

With mixed emotions.

There is quiet at the dinner table.

Rhythmic chewing and swallowing takes everyone 

Into their own thoughts.

Knife into fork.

I'm finished.

Baby girl began speaking.

Proud parents are smiling.

An effervescent Joi,

Captures her audience then releases them to a moment of silence. 

"What?" 

A statement than a question 

To her dreamy eyed mother,

Me.

"Just looking."

I smile

She smiles

We smile and she knows, but still asks

"Why?"

"Because you exist. Can't I admire you now and then?"

Admire her as one would a blue sky

Or misty mountains.

I see her.

She sees me.

She smiles.

I smile.

We smile.

  

DAP Poetry Monday: Hungry like a wolf

 

Hungry like a wolf

Howling to be seen and heard

Barking at the past

 

Hungry like a wolf

Ushering the dawn of change

With my noshing teeth

 

Hungry like a wolf

Conjuring my own food source

To a permanent plate

DAP Poetry Mondays: #CorpLife

 

Today is World Poetry Day. Held every year on 21 March, World Poetry Day celebrates one of humanity’s most treasured forms of cultural and linguistic expression and identity. Practiced throughout history – in every culture and on every continent – poetry speaks to our common humanity and our shared values, transforming the simplest of poems into a powerful catalyst for dialogue and peace.

World Poetry Day was declared by UNESCO (the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization) in 1999, "with the aim of supporting linguistic diversity through poetic expression and increasing the opportunity for endangered languages to be heard".

Here is my contribution...

Corporations aren't...

People, Loving. In to you.

Life is optional

Living that CorpLife.

Hashtag; Nobody cares, bro.

Hearts are optional

--DAP Tales

DAP my characters: Kenji

 

Meet Kenji. I am currently working on his story and this is what I imagine him to look like. To be fair, I have been working on this story for over 12 years. Eeep! Sometimes, to help develop a character, I put the name in Google images, just to see what a person with this name would look like in general. Usually it fits. LOL!

Kenji Watanabe

Capricorn (December 22 – January 19)

Likes wood-working and does that for a living

Muscular 

A Hermit (most of the time)

Hasn't had a relationship for 10 years 

Christian

Once engaged but not married

A good cook

Only visited Japan once.

Monday poem -2-7-22

 

A vase shattered

In the smallest pieces.

Years of humble cracks

Withstanding the torments of tempests.

But now,

With nothing but a baby's breath,

The vase shattered.

Small pieces of painted daisies,

Scattered.

Only to find,

It isn't hollow

But,

Terraformed steel. 

A DAP new year

 

"Meow — it’s a good time to be you. So long as you live, love and dress yourself with the guiding principle that fortune favors the bold, there is no limit to what you can attract or to what heights you may ascend."-- Predictions from the NY times

Here's to hoping that every word of this prediction will come true.

DAP-Poetry Mondays

 

A haiku is often a three line poem that consists of a phrase and a fragment where two of the lines comprise the phrase and the other line is the fragment.  The fragment is either in the first or third lines.

Haiku are written in 17 syllables or less - preferably less according to the many online reputable sites. Haiku in English work the best around 10 to 12 syllables, otherwise they can become too wordy and this can cloud the image.

These days a haiku captures one or two moments by using clear and vivid images...roses evoke spring, fallen leaves relate to autumn, etc. The poets go outdoors and observe their surroundings; they write down images to capture a succinct scene. A reader should be able to read the haiku and "see" the images from the words. It's challenging. Basically a haiku is an unfinished poem - the readers interpret what it means by putting the images together.

On September 15, 2013, I uploaded to poemhunter my first poem. I was (and still am) proud of it.

Fingers like lighting

Now, typing insatiably

The printer vomits

Now this is my new poem for 1-24-2022

Seeking, 22 windows

The median in a house

Filled with our sunshine

 

I haven’t decided if I want to make this a podcast as yet. I really need to work on my video editing skills, so my poem exercises may come in handy.

Feeling this today!

KNOW WHEN TO HOLD 'EM: When to drop an idea or to start again.

 

Fly on the wall? In the writing room with the Brother's Grimm. All those years of research and then having to look at it all and put it into a body of work that has stood the test of time. Now it's my turn and I had to do something today, that I am getting tired of doing... Scrapping work that no longer matches the research. Ahhhhhh!

 

The next thing you know, you're going through the five stages of grief with your written pages.

Denial. "No! No! Not today!"

Anger. "Pleeese don't tell me that I spent all that damn time with this sheeeet! F dat!"

Bargaining. "I can make this work! It's not all down the drain! Surely I can use this paragraph somewhere else."

Depression. "I'm never going to finish this. Looks like I'll die with the music still inside me."

Acceptance. "Look, gul, you've chosen to do this. Future you is never going to forgive you for giving up and you know what a pill you can be."  

So, I add my complaint to the mountain of others when I say... "Writing is hard, yo!"

The concept is easy enough;

1. Get an idea. (I have tons of those!)

2. Vomit on the page. Forget about editing and get it all down. (This is my Achilles' heel. I keep editing or checking research)

3. Re-read and craft sentences.

4. Re-read and Edit.

Getting it all down it a more difficult than it sounds in my current project. There are 16 stories and just when I think that the tales are solid, WHAM! A YouTube video goes... SIKE! However, I am happy to report that I've got the outline... this time. No, really... It's ALL WORKED OUT! Umm, at least, I think so.

SHOP LOCAL

BUY Primary Colors and Me by D. P. Bates

 

DAP my knife

Finally I have worked out the whole story inspired by my homeland, Trinidad and Tobago. Now the hard work begins.  This is going to be a lot of drawing. Don’t be surprised to see more portraits on this blog. I’ve got to keep my ‘knife’ sharp.