It is so easy for me to become preoccupied with my plans and goals. So focused on making them happen. I seem to have forgotten a very important step along the way. The process. Enjoying the process and not just impatiently going through the motions to get to the next step. A very dear friend of mine pointed this out to me the other day, as dear friends do... The importance of enjoying the now and living in the moment.
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When I was younger I would go about my day with a sketch book or a camera and would be constantly inspired by the smallest of things. Well, as you know, life gets busy and those things become nonessentials, they melt away into the routine and necessity of the day. I feel as though I am now just slowly returning to that place. I am seeing so much beauty around me again and feeling the need, more and more to try to put what I see into paint. A day like today, definitely helps this!
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There are moments in every day when our minds take us to a quiet place where we can shut out all the distractions, the negativity, the worry, uncertainty, doubt and fear. Everyone has a different escape. Mine is to paint. There is something so meditative to me about the act of painting itself. The simple gesture. The physicality and repetition of it. Mark making after mark making, soft blendings. The viscosity and smells of the oils.  It triggers something in me, shutting out all the noise of the day.
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There is always an element of risk when it comes to laying it all out there.  This is one of the many beauties and one of the many challenges of being an artist. Everything you have put your all into is completely out there, on display, fully exposed, like raw flesh, for anyone to tear into, misinterpret and dislike. This vulnerability is what I love about art. It really is a window into another being. It is such an honour to be able to glimpse through this portal, to see what moves others forward. A peek at their raw moments and unobstructed visions.
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