The Nicholas Wilton free workshop ends as the first week of March closes and, what with that end plus my choosing to shift gears away from my CutUps series plus a confluence of non-art demands bombarding me, I feel at a loss in my art-making.
I go into my studio, wander around, fumble, make marks in my journal, wander back out, wander back in, paint over things, cut out shapes, make fingerprints on a panel from several years ago, talk with Sylvia about not knowing which end is up in my art.
After a few days, something taps me on the shoulder and says, Hang on just a sec, what’s this talk of feeling at a loss? What’s this story you’re telling yourself?
Which is to say, NOW SEE HERE!
Suddenly, it becomes clear to me: I’m not at a loss. In fact, I’m living my biggest best dream for my art!
• Getting messy? ✅
• Painting every day? ✅
• Opening to surprise? ✅
• Connecting with others? ✅
• Saying hello to I don’t know? ✅
Once I recognize the above, the one missing bit of my dream clicks into place:
• Having fun? ✅
Good thing I spoke my dream out loud yesterday. I was the one most needing to hear what I had to say.
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