Showing posts with label artist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artist. Show all posts

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Tell Me, Am I in a Bind?


Well, I think it's always like this. You get so wrapped up in who you think you are, or what you think your limitations are, and you feel trapped, all balled up, no thread to unravel, just one big ball of non-raveling threads.

But look how colorful they are. Look how complex they seem. And so happy lying next to one another. And really, you just tug on one of those threads, or bands, and POP! it comes off in an instant. POP! there goes another one! POP! POP! And another and another. All you have to do is just be willing to risk being stagnant. Be willing to risk being all tied up. Be willing to sit there and stare your limitations in the eye and say YOU DON'T SCARE ME! Something's bound to snap and shoot you into a whole new ball game. To ricochet you into motion. Go for it!

What would it feel like to not be bogged down, balled up, wrapped tight as a rubberband? To just feel my mane blowing in the wind?


Thursday, January 29, 2009

A Small, Furry Inspiration


As I anxiously look at the colorful chaos of my art studio, I notice my white cat Angelina curled up on the floor next to the radiant heater. Nothing is disturbing her. She is resolutely basking in the warmth and perhaps creativeness of the moment. Napping a creative process? Perhaps, especially if one dreams. Kitty dreams of soft warm places; dark, leafy cubbyholes; tasty little mice and snakes....

What would it be like to not feel stuck? To just feel my mane blowing in the wind?

I think that I'll get started now....

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Freedom


What would it feel like to be free? Free of worry? Free of doubt? To walk confidently and graciously through the world? To walk with no fear, no sense of failure? As I move through the world, minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, I look at myself in the car mirror, bathroom mirror, studio mirrors and what I see does not reflect what I feel.

What would it be like to feel free of self-absorption? To just move with my mane blowing in the wind?