So what happens to me sometimes? I fall into a funk and wonder - is it worth it, am I worth it??? Can I paint? Why can't I paint? Why am I stuck? Do I suck? I don't like what I do, I'm frustrated, it all looks so monochrome... it's muddy....it's too busy...it's overworked...I. HATE.THIS.....ah, what the hell....I give up...
And then I pick up a brush. I put some paint on the palette, mix a little, apply to the canvas, and all of a sudden, it's all gone - all the doubt, the fear, and it's just me and the canvas, duking it out. Sometimes it comes right together, and sometimes it takes a while. but once I start, it just happens. My friend, Lynn, told me it's the language of my heart that shows up. And I believe it is.
My heart feels alive when I am painting - when there are no distractions, and I am in "the zone," with just some music in the background, a glass of wine nearby, and a thought emerges onto a canvas. My heart language.... my heart is speaking through my hands. I can change the direction - I can add, I can omit. I can embellish. I am using what is inside me, the gift, and the fruit is what is created on the canvas.
I got to where there were several paintings - older ones - in my studio that I just got tired of seeing. So I took them down, out of the frames. Some of them I gave away, some are on the floor, leaning against the wall in a corner of the studio. I started new ones. And the new ones I like...now...eh, maybe after a few months some of those will have the same fate.
But I know this for sure - I will keep painting, and I will keep trying to paint the next one better than the last. And for those couple of paintings I've been struggling with for months - I will eventually complete them, and I'll be happy with them.
I read something the other day that I had to put on the front page of the website -"The thing about art is that life is in no danger of being meaningless." - Robert Genn
As long as I am painting, my life has meaning. I am happiest when I am painting.