I haven’t been painting. For months and months. I feared I might never paint again, truth be told. But my good friend, Kim, saw me through this crisis by giving me the same advice I would naturally give to any of you: to remember that even when I’m not painting, I’m painting. He reminded me that our interior artist needs time to breathe and conjure and germinate new work. This support from an important friend helped me to do something I’ve never successfully done before. It allowed me to let the incubation take place in peace while I focused on other creative endeavors, like writing to you every day.
And now, with the coming of spring, this day has arrived and I find myself setting up my studio again and making ready to paint—not as a discipline or a requirement, but rather a desire. New growth, like the willows coming into bud, is occurring deep inside me. Perhaps when we give our art the space it needs, it follows its own kind of seasonal rhythm as well. But I’m not going to over think this. I’m just going to do it.
I’m taking stock of the substrates I have available to paint on and am thinking out a schedule that will accommodate painting AND writing the blog. I’m base-coating canvases and reclaiming old paintings to be painted over. I’m thinking of making paintings for Anna and my gallery as well as Hand Artes Gallery.
And I feel a peace deep inside of me because, once again, I am reminded of exactly who I am and why I live.
Love to you all,