Showing posts with label Coming Home to Myself. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coming Home to Myself. Show all posts

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Playtime: The Soul's Work


"Texas Pastures" 10x8" acrylic demo

This is a demo I did at an art store recently. It's different from my usual work...I'm just playing with another medium and chillin' out to the music, loving the pink.

From "Coming Home to Myself" by Marion Woodman:

"If play is the work of the soul, imagination is its language...Play and imagination are the raw material of adult self-expression in the arts. Children don't need to be talented to enjoy painting or dancing; they do it because they enjoy it. Adults do not need talent either, just a willingness to let go of set ideas about what it means to express themselves in the arts."

Monday, December 27, 2010

Far More than Usual


Haunting Red Spirits, 12x16" oil

This morning I found myself perusing a recent Christmas gift-- a delicious book on Georgia O'Keeffe called "One Hundred Flowers". The publisher described this excellent collection of paintings as being produced during a "period of extraordinary and sustained creativity".

Ah...extraordinary and sustained creativity...I feel a New Year's resolution coming on!

Sustained: adj. maintained at length without interruption or weakening; continuous.

Extraordinary:
adj. far more than usual or expected; beyond what is ordinary or usual; highly unusual or exceptional or remarkable; syn. wonderful.

So "extraordinary and sustained creativity" would be uninterrupted or continuous creativity... which we all acknowledge would require a process of painting far more than usual which would, in fact, be wonderful!

So if extraordinary creativity is to paint or express oneself far more than usual, in a continuous manner...which would be wonderful...what would that look like in our life? and why aren't we doing more of it? Sounds so simple, yes?

If we at present, don't paint much at all...wouldn't painting "far more than usual" start with painting one hour a day? And, would continuous painting mean working on a canvas for a concentrated period of time, even if between loads of laundry or rain storms if you're a plein air painter...and not interrupting your train of thought by phone or internet? And wouldn't that be, wonderful?

Of course, many moments of continuous painting will add up to far more than usual on any given day. The above painting was done in three to four 15 minute increments over a 4 hour period of extreme weather in which I had to seek shelter for the majority of the time...or wait for skies to clear. But, you say, I was interrupted? Not really. I never stopped creating in my head or with my camera. I stayed in the creative zone...and it was quite a wonderful experience. The painting actually turned out better than some other creative efforts in which I'd completed the painting in two continuous hours.

I'm signing up for a little wonderful today and every day in the New Year...an extraordinary and sustained creative experience! Won't you join me?!

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Once you dance for a year,
it's part of your day.
I mean, it's prayer.
Dance your dreams each morning,
Let your images move in your body.

Coming Home to Myself
by Marion Woodman

Here's my adaptation:

Once you paint for a year,
it's part of your day.
I mean, it's prayer.
Paint your dreams each morning,
Let your images dance across your canvas.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

An hour a day



Where can I find an hour a day?

To turn away from duty,
to release that energy
into something creative for myself
is like being tossed into a washing machine.

Can I really believe
I am worth an hour a day?

Am I, who have given my life to others,
selfish enough to take one hour a day
to find myself?

Coming Home to Myself
by Marion Woodman