After a long period of artlessness, I had a strong urge to return to my art room late yesterday afternoon and paint. I took a brief break to walk Max and have a bite to eat, and worked well into the evening. Since I rise early each day to walk Max and begin my day, I try not to stay up too late, but it was almost midnight when I put down my paintbrush. I was playing a lot of country and bluegrass music, which must have made its way into the painting that resulted. I had absolutely no intention when I began this piece except to keep my brush moving and play with texture and color, so I was surprised to step back and see the finished piece, with its barnlike colors and feel. The evening flew, and I felt exhilarated to have finally broken through my inertia of the past few months. I cannot wait to get home tonight and paint again.
When I thought about it, I was surprised to find, if I really asked myself what took so long, that there was an underlying fear about returning to my art. What if I have no inspiration? What if I just can't do it? What if it's bad? All the old fears fell away when I just decided to move the brush and let go of thinking about it so much.
Wind: 16 x 20 mixed media painting: acrylics, spackle, tissue, & found objects on canvas
3 comments:
I am so glad your back! Your loyal fans have missed you and your creative inspirations . . . keep that brush moving to whatever music inspires you and wonderful results will happen.
Fran
AWESOME! Love the colors, texture, all of it...
Exactly! Nothing happens until it moves (as Einstein used to say). The creative doldrums can be pretty scary but as Marilyn says there's always magic after a long break.
Post a Comment