From Frustration to Magic – A Timely Reminder
“Shit,” she barked, as the props securing the old fence gave way, causing it to fall awkwardly into the alley. Walking inside, she acknowledged the grinding metal on metal drone of her furnace with a “Shut up. Just shut up.” The endless cycle of broken things, dust, and dog hair surrounding her were sucking the life right out of her. Aimlessly she paced the house, landing smack into her collection of paint.
And so she immersed herself in senseless paint blotches and strokes and tantrums on paper. She watched the paint flow, tilting and messing, and scowling at mud colours forming but mumbling, ”let it go” for, of course, the transition from pouty cranky fences, to bills that refused to fly to the neighbours, to dishes that have never been nor will ever be all clean at the same time… and into the space where passion, and colours transport her to where she becomes an observer… admiring what her hands are producing but certain they are not her hands, in awe of the concepts and theories and wisdom that flow through her mind…
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2012 ~ Came across this as I work on my book during nanowrimo. It was written a few years ago. A good reminder now to ‘just go paint’ sometimes~
2017 I came across this post AGAIN on my Musing Along blog today. (Thanks, Fb memories) Though specifically fences haven’t fallen down, other stuff can weigh heavy. I’ve found myself mucking about experimenting in paint mediums a lot lately! And it helps. It doesn’t matter what is produced. Its the magic, the flow, I’m happy with. Results: Some good enough art and some-not-so-good-but-quite-fun art happening…
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