Up in the Skies

Oh, yes, take a look up!  The sun shines and clouds drift past, but what does that mean for us?  Just think of all the great inspiration that comes from dreaming.  Looking up is the place we go to dream.

So take some inspiration from this: all art starts with a dream.  The dream then sorts itself out into practical considerations.  What, for example?  Well, if you’re going to paint, there’s paint and paper and brushes to buy, and an easel to procure.  But all of that is small stuff.  The big thing, the glorious thing, is the dream.

So go outside, and look at the sky today.  Even if it’s cloudy.  That will be the ticket.  Then, all it all to unfold.  A book, a symphony, wherever your imagination takes you.  The logistics will work out.  All will be created in its own internal rhythm.  Just trust and allow.  Dreams are the source of the good stuff of life.

Wisdom from a Hawk: We Must Create Art

One day, I woke up to the sound of a hawk flying overhead, and coming to rest in the trees.  What, I said, a hawk?  Yes, indeed, the venerable hawk, bird of legend has come to teach us new lessons, as well as the sage ways of old. Ha! Pay attention, I then said, preparing to ascertain what might be at hand.

Lovely bird, I say, old chap, did you see that majestic flight in the sky, circling overhead, and then coming to rest in the trees?  Oh, yes, you might say, I certainly did!

Then, what, pray tell, might be the meaning of this?

Create art! The hawk replied, you must create art!  Today!  Today you will create art!

And so we must.  Get on that good old WordPress and blog about it, and then go paint a picture, write a song, and dance a dance!  There, that’s how you do it!  Oh, yeah! There we go.

That hawk just may have wisdom for us that we would be well advised to pay close attention to.

Art is Life

When contemplating the workflow of the artist, I often think of the patterns of the wind and rain.  A gentle flow guides the process with sudden gusts of motion.  Sometimes it can get pretty intense, then things seem to settle back down into a deeper level of equipoise and coherence.   A process of rising and falling, rising again and subsiding.  This seems to be the way of art.

Watercolors Outside

 

Some may paint inside, but I prefer to paint outside.  Plese let us know what your thoughts are.  Do any of you prefer to paint inside (where it is dry and warm), or do you prefer to take your chances, and brave the elements for a much richer experience?

The real art is created outside.  I don’t know why, I just think that.