Finally painting again
First time in a long time I have painted. I stopped because the stress was too much that trying to do my stress relievers were hard. So much so I didn't know if my stress would ever cam down.
Yet I was able to listen to music. That was the first step. Then to want to buy jewelry and tiles. Greatness when I am able to not feel sorry for the state I am in. Just accepting it after all that I had experienced. The good, bad and UGLY. Still being, finally, able to paint again -whoopie.
A small giddiness is found inside. It's finally pleasurable to continue doing what I love so much. And to be able to feel satisfied that all things will work out in due time.
This I am grateful for.
I know this set of paintings is not great but it is the steps that are important not necessarily the works. That is all that counts.
Flowers and odd landscapes. Interesting how I think in strokes of paint. Not necessarily the firm, defined lines of the realistic flowers and landscapes but that of the softness of the abstract eye.
A plot of land I have on my 3x3" tile. Then these wild flowers everywhere. Of course everything is softened by a blur of non defined lines. Just black with springs of pink. And yet the flowers are everywhere. The need to be wild is what I put into that tile.
Then the 12x12" slate tile is covered with blue, black, copper with hints of pink. Yet then I felt like I was looking up in the sky. And what did I dream of? Flowers blooming up the mountainside. But even the pictures I have don't do the paintings justice.
Though I cannot expect the trained eye to look passed the blur of abstract half spheres in vibrant yellows, pinks and whites. Accompanied by deep blues and dark to light greens.
I do not expect anyone to get what I paint much less have the same peaceful emotion I have when I am left sitting there staring at the piece. Wondering if I actually completed it or of there is still bits of details left to add.
I never really know if a piece is finished or not until I finally can look at it without seeing something more. Ah. The pains of being an artist.
Never quite satisfied that a piece can be good enough. Yet on some pieces I gain extreme joy and peace from looking at them. For example the piece called "You were like my memories of cherry blossoms". Completely and utterly shocked I could make so a wonderful piece.
Still love the meaning behind it too.
But anyhow. I am grateful to finally be able to start my journey. I have accepted my place. I am at peace with it. So now becoming me is going to be an "excellent adventure" for sure.
Haha. Not Bill and Ted but I will try to stay awesome.
Smiling at that idea.
Yet I was able to listen to music. That was the first step. Then to want to buy jewelry and tiles. Greatness when I am able to not feel sorry for the state I am in. Just accepting it after all that I had experienced. The good, bad and UGLY. Still being, finally, able to paint again -whoopie.
A small giddiness is found inside. It's finally pleasurable to continue doing what I love so much. And to be able to feel satisfied that all things will work out in due time.
This I am grateful for.
I know this set of paintings is not great but it is the steps that are important not necessarily the works. That is all that counts.
Flowers and odd landscapes. Interesting how I think in strokes of paint. Not necessarily the firm, defined lines of the realistic flowers and landscapes but that of the softness of the abstract eye.
A plot of land I have on my 3x3" tile. Then these wild flowers everywhere. Of course everything is softened by a blur of non defined lines. Just black with springs of pink. And yet the flowers are everywhere. The need to be wild is what I put into that tile.
Then the 12x12" slate tile is covered with blue, black, copper with hints of pink. Yet then I felt like I was looking up in the sky. And what did I dream of? Flowers blooming up the mountainside. But even the pictures I have don't do the paintings justice.
Though I cannot expect the trained eye to look passed the blur of abstract half spheres in vibrant yellows, pinks and whites. Accompanied by deep blues and dark to light greens.
I do not expect anyone to get what I paint much less have the same peaceful emotion I have when I am left sitting there staring at the piece. Wondering if I actually completed it or of there is still bits of details left to add.
I never really know if a piece is finished or not until I finally can look at it without seeing something more. Ah. The pains of being an artist.
Never quite satisfied that a piece can be good enough. Yet on some pieces I gain extreme joy and peace from looking at them. For example the piece called "You were like my memories of cherry blossoms". Completely and utterly shocked I could make so a wonderful piece.
Still love the meaning behind it too.
But anyhow. I am grateful to finally be able to start my journey. I have accepted my place. I am at peace with it. So now becoming me is going to be an "excellent adventure" for sure.
Haha. Not Bill and Ted but I will try to stay awesome.
Smiling at that idea.
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