The cold and gloom that is January is keeping me home more than usual these days, so I’m back in my art room playnting my way toward spring.
One of the many perks of making art is that it allows you to transcend reality and create what you want to see in the world. Or at least try to. Realism is not, and never will be, my forte. I like to paint from imagination and follow my instincts, for better or worse. Painting, in my mind, is about just that: putting paint to paper. The end result isn’t the point, and I have stacks of pieces to prove it. When the focus is on process, every art-making session is time well spent.
I would love to have highly developed drawing and painting skills, but I don’t. That would require a level of ambition and dedication that — like the skills themselves — I don’t possess and am not inclined to pursue. I’m retired, after all, and that kind of discipline sounds like a lot of work to me.
This winter I’m kicking back, doing tons of reading, a little painting, and virtually no writing (until now), except for emails and texts. I’m not sure why, but I have a theory: I’m tired of striving to write well. Writing is hard work for me, so I’m following my heart, just letting myself be, resting.
Doing what I want to do — instead of what I think I should do — feels right, right now. A primitive little sketch of fanciful birdhouses is about all I can muster. But you know what? It’s enough. Making this simple piece of art cheered me and satisfied my urge to create something. It also got me thinking (another activity that I do occasionally, but not so much that it feels like work). And now I’m wondering: Which is the better leader, the heart or the head? . . . Is letting oneself coast a cop-out? . . . Where, exactly, is the line between self-indulgence and self-care? Does such a line even exist?
All of this curiosity is wearing me out, so I think I’ll read awhile, then go into my art room and turn on some music. It’s too cold and dark to go anywhere, and who knows, if I follow my instincts and find my favorite black pen, maybe I can draw some conclusions.