What I love about painting flowers is that I can pick up any supplies and create a flower. I have a whole book filled with them! I go from idea to idea. It’s because of my faith. Faith is that voice that says I got this without having a why. There is a why but it’s without defined reason. For these moments, especially in despair, it’s like George Michael sings, because I gotta have faith.
To finish off the year and for the years to come I’m going to remember that t as much as I love going for a walk and feeling the warmth of the sun against my hair, that warmth is living breathing inside me when it rains, when it pours because that energy that binds us is ALWAYS HERE.
Like it was painted on a wall—there’s this artist who paints murals in villages and towns. He paints murals in different towns. He paints to add beauty to every town. Every town is beautiful! The people, the cultue, it’s all beautiful!
Every now and then I catch myself painting as if I’m painting on an old abandoned building. On their way tto work or school, people pass, look up and smile. Colorful blooms can always make a difference.
The weekend is almost here and it’ll be time to finish my color book draft.
“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature, and God.” Anne Frank
“Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers — for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.” Osho
You know what’s in my heart. You have the asnwers.
Go For a walk. Feel the breeze. See the trees. Tell the blooms your dreams. Tell the blooms your fears. Warmth will hold them dear. Soon she will pass them to the moon and the stars. Until then keep walking. Keep drawing.
I was looking for a project today and I found it. Or did it find me.
Take one of your old projects and turn it into something new.
I created a sketchbook journal using leaves I painted months ago. I added a creative write about a previous experience going for a walk. Ok time to paint a Hopi Crape.
I’m working on a few flowers but last night’s rainbow in lava had me thinking. Not my rainbow and lava by the way but I had to paint a rainbow. There’s worries, hard and uncertain times. There’s no magic answer on how to make them go away. How you live each day is by remembering to feel the rainbow often.
This rainbow is unlike anything I’ve ever painted. For some reason I like the texture. Maybe not for the shop this time. I am working on the just making art. Oh this rainbow could make a cover for the new project? Maybe.
What was I intending to paint? Intentions, what happens to them. I scribbled…folded…all ready for the trash. But why not practice Decalcomania. I added paint and let the left side blend with the right side. I still wanted to throw it away. I kept working and all of a sudden a butterfly appeard giving me wings to fly.
a little note to self
Keep going, stop just stop the maddness of wanting to throw out your work. Not everything you make will be for the shop. Create and when you feel stuck shut up and keep going. Yes intentions are good but it’s the surprises that happen in the midst of intentions that …that’s what great art is made of. I know, I have seen my work. For every idea that you think didn’t work there’s an idea, a technique that does. Look closer. The flowers that bloom don’t have perfect petals so don’t expect yours to be either. Wait that’s one for the book. I’m going to paint that too.
Be proud of your work. I sure am!
Thanks for reading. As days go by there’s more of you. Want to subscribe? There’s a link to the right of this post. Next year I am releasing a few books and more products. My current shop is moving.