It did not come easy this, oneness. I had been painful and had made demands on me. There are days when, painting, and I would suppose working with metal or stone is like running with wings on your feet. When we feel at harmony with the work we do sometimes to the extent that we do not know how we ever thought it was hard. The number of people who say, “How I wish I had that gift.” I am thinking of yesterdays comment from Ruby. With help that young girl had produced something that made her feel at one with the paper and pencil.
What about the days when we do not feel at one. One of the words suggested to me by a fellow artist was, constipated. What about those constipated days when nothing is going right, when nothing happens the way you wish it. Then maybe that is when you have to be like Moses. He took two tablets and went into the hills of the Lord. In other words maybe we need to go and re-find our oneness. To be at one again with the Chi of nature. We who strive to be artists tend to forget that we cannot be good all the time. There comes a time and a day when we have to doing something else. To get rid of the angst and find again the oneness that allows us to soar like an eagle.
I believe that artists are the most fortunate of people. We are free to look at nature and to soak it in, allow it to be part of us, and if that means sitting in funny places and strange positions people just put it down to the fact that that is what they expect of artists.
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Yes indeed you are right. Sometimes in day-to-day obligations we lose that oneness. I find if we don't stand back and recharge the creative batteries, we paint or create merely for the sake of creating. That's when the work gets binned. Have those for sure.
ReplyDeleteActually what I find most difficult is not so much finding a vision, a oneness; it's maintaining that vision in light living surrounded by others. On a Saturday no sooner will I be engrossed in a painting and someone will call and advise "I am going with them, or they are knocking at my door....where am I". Returning to the canvas I really have to try to revisit that moment.
ReplyDeleteTried unplugging the telephone .... being an advanced in years artist family feel they must find me; after checking with each other and friends they drive in to see if all was right. Daughter ready to call fire department. Now that would have been a vision! Perhaps a cave with the monks is the answer.
Is it possible to recapture that oneness or vision once broken? How do others cope with the encroachment of daily living on their artistic spell?
I am going through that very feeling right this very minute. I think I might just go out and scream and come back in and sit down again.
ReplyDeleteHave tried to send you a couple of messages but somehow they have been lost in the ethos. Don't think I would have been too enthralled if a lamb spoke to me, maybe cos I don't like lamb - to eat anyway. Running I really wish I could but age, weight and an unhealthy past life have put paid to that it takes me all my time to hurry for a bus, but run eh no don't think so. Your paintings have a life of their own so I'm not the least surprised that once again they have come to the fore and are selling. Keep going x
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