ArtAche

Well, I have found myself here again.

Today I took pictures of some of my favorite paintings of mine in order to share a few with you. When I took a step back and really looked at the pieces from the eyes of the you... they look pretty damn good. Whenever I complete a sound piece of artwork, I marvel for a few days, swim in the high. I really amaze myself and am often surprised by what flows from my fingertips. Every painting is a discovery for me.

I hope you like them.

It's interesting to me because I often find myself in a writer's block place... painter's block I'm sure. I get sucked into the everyday life and when I find myself face to face with a blank canvas, she usually wins the staring contest. I'm STUMPED. I have to remind myself by leaving notes... commands to sketch regardless, reminders that everything that comes out is simply beautiful... if not visually there is always the aesthetic of the process. So usually I get up the nerve to just let the paint run wild, get jiggy with a canvas or two, and I'm off. The ride is wonderful, I overcome the conflict and create a masterpiece after a long dry spell. Then I am thrust back into exile. The beauty of the plug I just pulled out of my rusty drain of a brain puts the bar high for future pieces to come.

This is when I refer to my notes... "it's a process," "you'll use it later," "get the bad out so the good can flow."

I'm beginning to wonder if my creative process will always be this muddy. Will I always have to wait for that tidal wave... and with global warming coming... what if I'm too poor during the high water season...

Will my skill turn into craft... into a structured, mindful, discipline?

I have no idea.