I’ve been working in my Spirit guide journal this week. So I see an animal or one comes to mind. I paint it and then I get to look up the meaning. I’ve decided lately that there are just no “coincidences”. Take this bunny, I had no idea that one of the meanings was “moving thru fear”. It’s so perfect for what I’m worrying about this week. So perfect. It’s a very cool way to speak with your subconscious. To filter thru the junk and come up with the treasure. And of course…I’m always happy and comfortable when I’m painting animals.
“moving thru fear”
“pay attention to the elders”
“filtering soul lessons”
“women’s healing wisdom”
Sometimes it’s hard to show up in whatever practice you’ve decided on. So I find that some evenings when I finally get the time to sit down….I don’t want to journal. But, I know, for myself, that if I don’t I feel unfinished. Left undone. Like forgetting to brush your teeth or wash your face. That’s what journaling does for me at the end of the evening, it leaves me a little cleaner…with a little more clarity at the end of the day. And those days I don’t want to show up…those are the days when I most need to. But sometimes I just don’t or can’t. I don’t beat myself up over it…but I feel it in an uneasy way until I’m back on track. That small uneasy feeling…that’s when you know you’re going in the wrong direction. Sometimes it seems too…that the days I don’t want to show up are the days when I dislike the message on the page. Which is another reason to show up in your practice. Because it’s all about the whole thing…the ugly and the beautiful, the good and the bad, the light and the dark. Every artist knows that a piece of art is not really very good without all of those. Just saying.
I tend to work in bunches, on several paintings at one time…. A lot of people ask me where I get creative ideas. I don’t think you get them…I think it’s a muscle. You keep on and keep on and one day it’s like turning on a faucet…you get a few drips and then the next day it’s overflowing and etc. It seems to me that it’s about getting more and more in touch with yourself. That’s not just a cliché….the more you practice (copy, learn muscle memory, etc) the closer you can come to just letting “you” flow down a brush or pencil or pen onto the page. That’s my take on it for what it’s worth.
8×10 Mixed media on canvas board
8×10 mixed media on canvas board
12×12 Mixed media on canvas board
8×10 Mixed Media on Canvas Board
8×10 Mixed Media on Canvas Board
12×14 Mixed Media on Canvas Board
You just have to love a cat’s complete lack of concern for anyone but themselves. And their willingness to just let you know how completely disdainful of you and their surroundings they are. Especially that.
Already? It’s Fall already? Sometimes I feel like my life is a blender and it’s set on whirl 24/7. Everything just whirls by and I can’t catch hold except in moments of quiet art making. Or…that’s my justification lol, for taking the time out to create. I don’t need justification, I know that, but apparently my subconscious does not. So I find myself taking moments to ground, contemplating grounding things. Like Bear. He quietly goes to ground in the fall and dreams away the winter. He will miss the blues and greys and white of winter for the most part. So I gave him a few color palettes to dream with.
Literally…is there anything as downright dang good as a box of creamy hand rolled pastels?. I could just eat them up. And even though I now have to wear gloves and a mask to use them (I’m sort of allergic to them) they are still my first love. And even though they are still what I’m truly best at…everyone says so…..I don’t use them that often anymore. Can’t afford to frame them. Oh yeah, they have to be framed, no choice. I don’t frame my own art. I’m not great with power tools although my sister is. Power tools scare me. They have to be framed and matted. The double whammy. So, I don’t use them often but I dream about them. Dream you say? You think that’s odd? I do too, but it’s true. I always imagine any art that I create in pastels first. Then I pull out the paint and slap it on the canvas. Kind of sad now that I think about it because that means that the paint is second best. Don’t tell my acrylics ok?
Late Saturday afternoon, I was painting away. Just puttering around with a paint brush as I’m wont to do. Had no plan, just putting paint to canvas people. This is how I usually get the creativity flowing. I just start. I decided a long time ago that the difference between people who create art and people who don’t …is that you have to start. Just start.
Anyhoo…I’ve been meditating a lot in the last couple of days about knowing what you’re feeling so that you can convey that to your audience. But …because we are all often unconcious about what we feel…sometimes I don’t know what I feel, so I just paint. See that? It’s most likely the opposite of what makes a really great artist, that’s what some would say. I paint to know what I feel, rather than knowing what I feel and painting it to communicate with the rest of the world. In other words I’m painting to myself. lol. But I’m getting off track.
So I’m painting along late Saturday and getting no where really. So I left it to sit and later went to bed. I woke up Sunday morning with this phrase sort of ringing in my ears….”there are other worlds than these”. Now, I’m pretty sure that’s a partial phrase from a Stephen KIng book. Makes me wonder what I was dreaming. But I immediately got up and inked it in. Hey I listen to myself when I’m dreaming because I know my pesky ego is out of the way. So now you’ve seen a small glimpse of how my creative mind works. Pretty scary really…although not as scary as a Stephen King novel or my husbands new book “Serealized” which by the way is up on Kindle today! I’m not really sure how I feel about this new book, because as usual it’s well written. But, there’s something really creepy about reading a book like that and knowing the person who thought it up. I wonder how Stephen King’s wife feels about what goes on in his books? Something to think about. I guess if I’m creeped out than that means Evan has done his job. Achieved his goal. I’m just saying….if something happens to me, you guys will know where to look. lol. I will admit to doing the cover art and that’s pretty creepy too.
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