This is usually closely followed by a swaying of my hips and some mumbled attempts at singing along while I indelicately squirt colors in to my palette. And as I put brush to canvas, my mind clears and I dance as I swing the brush in long sweeping strokes and circles; not really caring what shows up as I squish color around at the discretion of the painting. There's freedom here in this space of mind. Real, in the moment freedom. From thought, from worry, from sadness, from pre-conceived ideas and failure: Free.
This is where I ended on the first night, after about an hour and a half of painting. Well, an hour and a half of dancing and painting; heavy on the dancing.
Free. And Fearless.
And on the opposite end of the spectrum is my other work-in-progress, 'Emerging', who has stumped and stifled me currently. She may be finished, she may not be, but for now she's not on the easel and I don't feel any motivation what-so-ever to work on her. It's like something shifted inside of me and while I desperately wanted and needed her for a while, whatever was driving that attachment has gone and we no longer need each other.
If that makes sense. And it may not, which is something I'm fairly used to having happen to me. I may release her to someone else, we'll see.