Writing with pictures

Rubin and The Mango Tree, story by ©yanuarynavarro

Before he was Rubin the Mango Spirit.
He was Rubin, a little one.


Jotting a story down sometimes with pictures first, sometimes with words first. It’s always a different process with each story revealing itself in a different form. Just jot it down, scribble it down, make stick figures, whatever it takes so you don’t let it run away with whatever moments you have. Stories are impatient and temperamental they want to keep moving.

Let it Rain

Story Sketches, watercolor & gouache on paper
©yanuarynavarro

Drawing comes easier to me than writing. Yet I love words because they challenge, teach, inspire and trigger. So to work around my own limitations with writing I have been combining drawing with words. Strengthening a weak muscle with a little help from something I already have confidence in due to years of practice.

Our list of limitations are long but maybe they can be embraced and
re-shaped into a new way of doing something we fear. An unexpected new road to walk on.

Story Sketches, watercolor & gouache on paper
©yanuarynavarro

Art as Prayer

February Snow, acrylic on paper ©yanuarynavarro

Art is prayer. The voice of the spirit unveiling the heart. Sometimes prayer is graceful painted with gentle strokes of light. Other days the prayer comes out broken with a sorrow tinted voice; or no prayer comes to mind at all. Each color in the palette plays the murmur of a greater symphony waiting to be heard.

Poetry Illustration

One of my favorite projects of 2017 has been collaborating with poet and musician @eyesofapearl

I had the pleasure of translating her writing into illustrations.

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New Growth – eyesofapearl

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Stargazing – eyesofapearl

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Self Study – eyesofapearl

Sun and Solitude

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Reflections about the sun and solitude.

Thank you for the sun,

warming my feet outside these four walls.

Thank you for solitude,

the world around me comes to life when not a thought sits in my mind.

Legs & Feet

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Thank you legs and feet.    The unsung heroes of the day.

They pace, they dance and spin like a prima ballerina from love’s kiss.

 They stand for hours at a time  with tender heels,

even as the day’s end feels

nowhere near.