I have been LOVING the weather here! Yes, spring in Alabama means pollen galore, but it also means pretty weeds that I like to call art. 🙂
I’ve been Spring cleaning my house, revamping and cleaning my studio (more on that HUGE undertaking soon) and, without even realizing it, cleaning up my paintings. My craving for open space and simplicity has carried over into these tiny paintings I’ve been doing, inspired by daily jaunts in our backyard with my toddling co-explorer.
It had to be done. I’ve done it before, but it always stings a little. I sanded down part of my painting. That’s one advantage of working on metal. Mistakes can literally be removed. It takes some work, though, physically and mentally. Eeek…
In a yoga class this morning the instructor announced that we would be doing splits today. Excuse me? She wasn’t talking about banana splits. She meant real, my-body-doesn’t-do-that splits. Amid everyone’s protests she reminded us that in yoga, as in many things in life, it’s the journey that counts.
I’ve been craving instant gratification in another area. This picture:
What is it with me and almost impossible pine cones??
which I feel will NEVER be finished. I can’t slide down into the splits and I can’t snap my fingers and make this painting finished. And if I could, what then? New poses that I can’t automatically do and new paintings the I can’t finish in a session.
Little by little I can work towards difficult poses and little by little I can conquer difficult paintings. I may never be able to fully do the splits, but my body will still benefit from mindful and careful attempts. I may never be a wildly successful and famous artist, but I will still benefit from daily brush strokes. There’s a reason why yoga is referred to as a “practice,” perhaps I should think of painting as a practice, too.
TGIM! That’s “Thank goodness it’s March!” I’ve been getting a bad case of the Februaries. You know, that grumpy, restless, winter will never end feeling? It’s not as if I live in the frozen tundra. I live in Alabama and have yet to see barely anything you could call snow this year. But, all the same, Spring can’t come soon enough.
*Note: This is a new blog, but I am not a new blogger. For previous posts check out my former blog erinhardin.blogspot.com
This picture is not worth 1000 words… because you don’t know what you’re looking at! I’m excited and I’ll tell you why. This is my painting (in progress). This is my painting stuff. This is not my painting studio. This is my kitchen. Still not excited, huh? Let me explain.
I’m really big on the idea that work begets work and creating breeds more inspiration, etc. It also seems to me that people manage to make time for the things that they really want to make time for. (I think that last sentence was grammatically wrong. Forgive me.) Anyway, lately I have not been practicing what I preach. I’ve been feeling very uninspired. I’ve dragged myself into my studio hoping to lose myself in my painting, only to realize that I’m hopping up over and over to do some forgotten household chore or check my email (as if I ever get anything THAT urgent!). Then ended up feeling a strange mixture of frustration and relief when my little girl’s nap is over and thus my painting time has ended. I’ve griped that I haven’t had time to paint when, in reality I was just wasting the little time I had.
Today, though, I decided enough was enough! Out of my studio where lately I’ve felt isolated and down. Into my kitchen. And guess what. The change of scene did wonders. Not only for my attitude, but also for my painting which, after some concentrated attention, looks like it may turn out nicely after all. Here’s a close-up (with a little too much light on it. Turns out the kitchen is a better place for painting than it is for photographing paintings. Oh well. Can’t have it all):
Remember- It’s still in progress!
What about you? Any simple change make a big change in your attitude lately? Any changes need to be made? Just do it!