Room to Breathe
So, I’ve been riding on this high for a few days. Being called an artist truely inspires me to live up to such a title. So, today, I went to a little cafe and sat outside. I read a little and ate a “Delicious” salad (that is the actual name of the salad, really!). Then I pulled out my watercolors and paper. Stuck the earphones in my ears and cranked up a little Snow Patrol on my Nano.
I started painting not sure what I would end up with. But there was a colomn to my left in front of me and I decided to use it as part of the frame for my painting. It turned into a marble column, which isn’t at all what it was, and the landscape before me transformed from a suburban development of Pike Creek into a Tuscan landscape. I can’t seem to help myself somtimes. I am in love with idea of the peaceful surroudings of an Italian villa. I long to one day vacation at one while taking art classes that will transform my talents into solid goods. I’ve drawn and painted them a few times before. Never having really seen them, even though I was in Florence once, they continue to elude me. I can never seem to capture them the way I think they should look.
But, anyway, at first I felt a bit self-concious taking out my instruments in broad daylight and preparing to paint away. Then I realized that every person passing by me was dressed in work clothes (probably breaking from Bank of America across the street). I felt this sense of freedom. Here I was with my music, my tools, and a beautiful day, and they all probably wished they could have the chance to be so free. I thanked God above for the freedom I had and painted what my mind was drawing. I knew that I could very well be one of those dressed up people if the cards had fallen differently. After an hour or so I felt enough satisfaction with what I had done to pack things up and head on to my next task: filling my kid’s perscription.
All in all it was a good day. My paints were wettened, my brush’s bristles were cracked and moistened, and some of that pent up artistic energy flowed onto the crisp paper before me. Inhale, exhale. I finally took a breath…
