Flying Solo
My ‘solo’ poppy is coming along.Still a few more touches to do.
Lightness of being, has entered
into the picture for me. Flying solo, I
feel as if I am getting ready to soar.
I am learning ever so much these days,
yet it feels like only the beginning.
After selling the Purple Iris painting,
as well as a miniature piece last week,
I experienced emotional stress,
which I realized was a sort of grieving, which meant letting go of my art was a bigger problem than I thought.
yet it feels like only the beginning.
After selling the Purple Iris painting,
as well as a miniature piece last week,
I experienced emotional stress,
which I realized was a sort of grieving, which meant letting go of my art was a bigger problem than I thought.
My next art read is going to be “Art & Fear”, as I do believe fear to be at the root of this issue. During the reading of “The Mystery of Making IT, I read the following quote, which caused me to break into laughter.”
“Love what you do, but do not fall in love with the pieces. These are not your offspring. They are the product you have chosen to earn your living with.” Jack White
Since reading that quote two days ago,
I have now stopped thinking
of my paintings as offspring.
Even the painting seems to be
going faster. Could this be why
it has taken me so long to finish
a piece, up until now?
Once unattainable hurdles
do not look like roadblocks anymore.
Destination in sight,
free of excess baggage,
which could once ground me,
I am getting ready to fly solo.
A new painting just started yesterday. I chose not to do an under painting, since I wanted to improvise, in hopes of achieving a fresh feel.
