I moved my easel into my dining room last night (aka the kid's art room) in preparation for today. Ahhhhhh... the gorgeous natural light of a giant window. After delivering lunch to J's teacher for teacher appreciation week, I came back home, cranked up some music (The Black Keys), picked up my brush and got to work/play.
This canvas had been sitting idle for far too long (even before I hurt my back) and it felt so good to get reacquainted with it and add to the area that before I was too fearful to create. That fear kept me away, and I let it (!!!), finding other things to do that just delayed the inevitable. And it's a shame. It's just paint.
When I reminded myself of this - that it's just *PAINT* - I was able to get out of the way of myself. I was no longer worried that I'd mess it up. I opened myself up to possibilities, released the attachment to what existed and what *I desired to make it become*... and instead listened to what it wanted to become.
Every mark is there for a reason, whether to become another layer or to stand tall on the painting's surface.
Today was forward progress for me and for that I shout... OOOH YEEAAHHH!!!
