Beyond the growing need to help supplement our food resources as so many food items seemed a bit more scarce these past two years, gardening has been a kind of meditation. similar to what painting has almost always been for me. Now the deeper question is, why did I find it so easy to become distracted from this form of beloved creating in my life?
The pandemic had a massive influence on all our lives for as many different reasons as there are of us. I went through multiple phases; shock, fear, frustration and grief, to a new kind of awareness that even embraces uncertainty, allowing myself to go through whatever emotions arise along the way.
I often clean and prepare my studio, maybe do a few sketches, put together a few new wood panels and gesso them, organize my paints and brushes, readying them for the energy to somehow change and for my artist’s heart to awaken. They say so many things, but one that I know to be true is that an artist will lose the magic of their gift if they do not practice. I tell myself I am just processing life, and I am, but this goes beyond what is simply refereed to as a “block”.
It seemed worth mentioning, because I think I am not alone. I do know other artists who have really leaned into their work, creating like there is no tomorrow. I get an energetic buzz, not just seeing their work, but listening to them talk about their process. Perhaps their deeper self knows something I am not quite grasping. Perhaps my deeper self knows something I am really needing to fulfill, but somehow, I do know that the painting will come back, and it will be with the utmost honesty and unwavering love that its long wait has absorbed, nothing less.
Meanwhile, keeping the faith, and wishing all you creatives the joy of creating whatever completes you in each and every, precious moment.