Feelings
I have learned a bit about who I am in these last few years. And I feel a lot of things. And I feel them deeply. Some times I feel so excited about something I want to cry. Sometimes I feel so sad I want to just throw paint in big splats and make a mess… Symbolic of what is going on inside. Sometimes screaming and running with all my might sounds like a good plan to release the emotion inside. Either way I have learned that I find some sort of comfort in feeling really deep emotion. Except for anxiety and stress of course… Those things wreak havoc on my body. Anxiety make me nauseous. Stress gives me sharp chest pain (probably should get that looked at).
I wish I had oodles of time. Time to just bust out big canvases and make paintings of all sorts of feelings and moments. Time to just be quiet and create. I have time now, but it comes in spurts. And the few hours I take for the mural each week are becoming addicting. I want to start make huge paintings on my walls at home. The feeling of painting something as permanent as a mural is so cathartic. Now if only I could get paid for it! I did drop off some mini oil paintings on mini easels at the Newark Arts Alliance near the Newark Co-op (yep, that’s plug so check it out). I also drop off a few pairs of snowmen earrings. It would be nice to make money with what I love to do… And blessings people with art really is a passion I have. I would give it all away but I need money for supplies to make more stuff. All in due time I suppose.
Today is a mural day… Pictures to follow. Thanks for reading and being interested in my yammering.
Not yammering at all.
The wonder of good art, I think, is when there is a connection between the artist and the beholder. When you pour out your emotion onto a canvas or wall, and the viewer says, “I have felt that. Maybe I didn’t even realize that I did, but I have felt the same way.” It enriches lives when that connection happens. I’m glad when you have the opportunity to share you heart in that way.
I know that some of the sacrifice of your time from art is to your children, and I appreciate that. I think that it is a noble sacrifice, but I know that the fact that it is noble doesn’t make the longing for time to pursue other passions go away.