So, I’ve been working in my studio.  Earlier in the month I spent a great deal of effort fretting about what to make.  That’s really a bad state to be in.  Wanting to make art, but not knowing what to make.  Fortunately, I got myself together, and gave myself a reminder to just enjoy the act of making art.  Quit worrying about the outcome.  Then I let myself play.

Before I knew it, I was brushing, scraping, spraying, glazing, running, layering, and gluing.    I made myself conscious of how the paint moved on the canvas.  I stuck my fingers in it, and it felt good! I watched it run as I sprayed water into the wet paint.  I saw the color change as I glazed over the yellow paint with a dull purple.  I set it aside and begin again on a new surface.   The monster had been unleashed.

Right now, I have four new large canvases and twelve new small ones in the works.   While I wait for the inspiration for a new image to hit, I continue to play.  Laying the foundation.  Painting layer after layer.  Building up texture.  Building up layers of meaning. Maybe the image I create when I am playing will be the end result, or maybe it won’t even be visible by the time I am done.  Who knows?   I have to trust my instincts and know that my subconscious is a better artist than I’ll ever be.