The last few weeks I haven't spent the hours in my studio that I usually do. I think I may be subconsciously preparing myself for a new schedule as my "real world" job starts soon. And I've traveled a bit, seeing new places, meeting interesting people. Now that I'm back, I thought that I'd jump right into a new painting as I usually do when I've had fresh input and inspiration, but it's been a slow start. I just haven't seen the new piece in my mind yet; instead I've been processing-- not about paintings but about the direction of my life. Which is what being an artist is all about: responding to living and then communicating those responses in a way that impacts those who see the resulting work.
I don't know what to expect from changes ahead, but expectations are usually what motivate us to move forward. I have learned what I can solidly bank on, what I can firmly expect to be reliable, and that is God's moment by moment leading in my life. I'm no longer a "God helps those who help themselves" person; it has taken most of my life to unlearn helping myself. I'm now a watcher, listener, a follower. There is no better surface preparation for new experiences, surprising opportunities, challenges, and growth.
I still don't know what my next paining is going to look like, but this morning I chose the support it will be painted on. I've applied two layers of white gesso, one with a texture added to it. The surface is now fresh and clean, ready to receive color, form, shape, line... art-vocabulary to speak something new into existence. A bit like my life--or perhaps your's as well. Here's to the unknown!
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