I came into my studio a few hours ago with the intention of starting a drawing for a show I want to enter. I sat down at my board and leaned back and stared. I have a couple of ideas but don't have the drive to begin. I moved to my computer opened Pandora and my blog and looked at my previous work. I'm done viewing and now I'm writing and still listening. My mind is foggy. I feel heavy.
I started a project in my shop three months ago. I did the same as I'd done for so many years in my career and found myself anxious and uncomfortable but felt I needed to complete it just because I started. I think I starved my soul. Too much left brain logic and figuring. I've had nightmares in the past of being trapped in a machine shop and unable to escape. I must be there now.
What I want is to visit a forest, dark and deep and breath in some fresh ambiance, feel the rain, see the green. What I really need is to just start. Generally, when I do, the flow starts. Until I do and pick up a pencil and put down a line to my feed sensitive side, I'll be malnourished.
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Lately, I've been repeating the Picasso quote: Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.
And this by Hemingway: The first draft of anything is shit.
You say it well.
Today I said I start painting again.
I have the easel ready, a subject in mind, and I am down in the kitchen, cooking, and online, posting.
I hope we both get started, today.
Karin, I tried to do a portrait of a friend 2 weeks ago, but couldn't capture her smile. It flattened out on the paper and lost it's vibrance. Had to beg off. It truely was used food.
Jean, I hope you do start. Love your work.
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