
the facts of (my)life.
i think i have been seriously deluding myself for the last several years. thinking that as soon as i had more time and fewer obligations and belongings, my creative powers would just explode.
ha.
not.
the girls have been gone for a long time. they don’t need (or want?) me. i still miss them terribly. i have minimized my belongings to practically nothing. and for the last 3 months i have had 2.5 “extra days” per week in the form of 4.5 day weekends Every Week. more time than i have had in 10 years. the poverty is actually worth that extra time (mostly).
and i am doing nothing. i AM nothing. i am flat. empty. no dreams or visions. no plans. sure. i’m peaceful (more or less). i have learned to Be Here Now. there are seconds of joy and contentment, but mostly - nothing.
i have been dragging around and storing a large assortment of canvasses in various sizes (up to 5′) for years now. because i want to paint. i LONG to paint. not THINGS. i can make pictures of THINGS with a camera. i want to paint light texture color layer etc. last week i was enlightened and inspired by a book i found by accident in the library Emily Mason The Fifth Element. WOW!!!!!!! i am not interested in that much color, but still … WOW! she speaks of working without intention and intuitively, spontaneously - “collaborating with chance while staying alert to the beauty of unintended consequences – painting “the way a bird sings.”” yes!
so last Thursday afternoon, i cleared the artTable off completely, pulled out some canvasses (not the big intimidating 5′ ones!) and my paints and gave myself permission to paint all weekend. it was HELL. it was TORTURE. I COULD NOT DO IT. i do not know how to paint. i do not know how to make marks. i don’t know how to layer. i don’t have anything to express or communicate because i am so empty inside. i didn’t know even what to do but make a big sucky mess and then take everything to the trash on Sunday. that is my experience in a nutshell. i don’t know if i will ever try again. maybe glopping paper scraps on a 4″ x 6″ recycled photograph is all i can do. which i am so bored of.
i am rather depressed. and so disappointed with myself. not just about the painting, but about my whole “creative (NOT) life”. i don’t really know what to do.