I went to the surface (5 x 7″ canvas panel) with a dilemma on my mind last night, and some luminous Golden acrylic paint on my brush.
I find art to be tremendously powerful from a therapeutic standpoint when I can begin with something less than great on my mind, add a color, swish, rinse, repeat…and transform those feelings into something I will be able to smile at in the morning. You know? For some, it may be baking a fresh loaf of bread, or cutting up fabric to sew into a quilt, or taking a walk with that camera, whatever it is.
When we create, we transform. It’s a powerful thing. This may not be a finished painting, and it may not hang on a gallery wall, but it was my partner through that mind ramble. I’m finding many of my abstract paintings are like this, almost like visual journals, taking me right back to whatever I was thinking about, celebrating, learning, watching, doing at the time that work came to life.
I hope your Tuesday brings a fresh burst of transformative energy your way, like a fresh spring breeze at 72 degrees. Peace.