What I love about painting is that Nature has already done the hard work. All you need to do is push it around, blend and make it more beautiful to the eye.
When I paint, there’s not a goal about monetizing. I just sit with color and see what forms emerge. The most important thing is being in the flow. I’m a strong believer that as much as we may want to get our creation out to the world, it’s essential to get it out of our systems.
The Muse calls and it is up to us to make time and listen. When we say yes to the energy of creation, we learn to trust our nudges and indulge in beauty.
Find what works. Sing. Walk in the woods. Take a picture. Notice the Divine Artist everywhere you go. Stand still and discover the magic in the mundane. Bless the beauty.
Years ago, I used to paint when a depression came over me and dreaded any type of art. Big, deep, dark sadness. I still reached for the brushes because art saved me then, though creation meant that I was sinking. I approach art now with joy and curiosity, even when expressing heartbreak.
Getting used to your artistic, intuitive spirit is a daily practice. As you grow, it will be something that you easily use, rather than making a big production over a new project. It’s sitting down with a piece of paper and swirling colors around or shaping sentences. No big deal. No big outcome. Just joy and fun for the hell of it.
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