Painting took a back seat to my business last year. I’m rusty. And I have a show in two months.
Noticing the tension mount in my body. Anxiety that I might fail.
My mind wants to take over to create a “plan” to save my body from the discomfort.
But I know- my body that thrills from color, that dances with my brush, is the artist and what I love is the muse.
My mind provides the principles but not the feeling. My mind can offer discernment but not genius. My mind alone can make great art but it will leave me feeling cold and unattached to it.
To love my art- my work, my life- I must let my body, heart and soul go first with abandon, not control, to love what I love and feel how I want to feel.
And then invite my mind, with its knowledge of color, composition, value, to bring it into a higher level.
I can’t help but see this as the alchemy of masculine/feminine creational genius- the alchemy we all possess:
“He”- leads with structure, tools, process, to create the best result.
But“she”- body, emotion, flow, inspiration- MUST GO FIRST.
"He" is the way, and "she" is the reason for the way,
As in art, so as in life.
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