The Cacophony of Creativity That Opens
I never just paint. One thing leads to another and every creative bit of me opens up and is energized. When I draw the brush over plaster, when I rub pigments into its surface with wet rags, something stirs in my soul. I experience a sort of collective sigh. My heart smiles in some ancient recognition that is surely shared. In these moments I am every artist who has ever watched a work of art being born. I am expressing a humanity as mysterious and ancient as when time began.
My process includes many art forms: painting, music, photography, writing. Each adds to the other. I grab my camera between brushstrokes because something catches my eye—sun cutting through the clouds, lighting up the mountain…
… falling snow shrouding it in gray again…
… shadow and light doing their awesome dance…
A song grabs me and I sing at the top of my lungs. Then a passage comes to mind I must stop to write down.
It all happens together like this for me, an intoxicating mix, my heart filled to laughing. If I ever forget (and sometimes I do), I want you to remind me that THIS is my joy, right here, this cacophony of creativity. THIS is my play, my love, my life. This is how it should be. This is how I’m wired.
I need absolutely nothing but this.
Love to you all,