Inspiration

We bought two paintings over the long weekend.

I just fell in love with them.

Fortunately DH liked them as much as I did, so he was gracious about coughing up.

They do look amazing in my lounge.

Here's the thing -

When I see paintings that speak to me, I get inspired to start painting again.

I haven't touched a brush for months and I've really missed it

Creative work takes me into a zone that I need -

Where I am so focussed that I can't think about anything else.

I'm learning not to get all graunched up about the end result: to allow the creative journey be "the thing"

And not to throw in the towel if it doesn't come out the way I want it to right away: to keep on working on it, to allow it to form slowly - even to take on a different shape to the one I originally planned -

A kind of blend between what I want to portray, and being open to it becoming something completely different.

Its a bit like art imitating life, isn't it?

You plan things, days, events - and then they usually turn out differently; sometimes better, sometimes not.

All this makes life the knee-trembling, exciting, scary, wonderful adventure it is.

And you just never know - maybe a masterpiece is just around the corner . . .