Winter Storm
Snow topped with ice. Freezing temperatures. But thankfully, no tree branches heavy with ice.
Power still on. Food and water and heat in good supply.
We are grateful.
Awaiting snow plow.
Snow topped with ice. Freezing temperatures. But thankfully, no tree branches heavy with ice.
Power still on. Food and water and heat in good supply.
We are grateful.
Awaiting snow plow.
“Art is the gateway to knowing yourself. So let the creative process reveal all your intrinsic, bizarre, beautiful, varied, and idiosyncratic ways. Enjoy this process of honing your style and playing with expression. Finding your voice and experimenting with the way you create is a form of play. So get messy, and have fun. ”
I have found there are unexpected benefits from knowing myself through creative work. The big surprise is that by really knowing myself, I began to feel grounded, as though I’d finally found my feet and felt the earth beneath them in some solid way. Another sweet surprise: the more completely I became myself, without pretense or apology, the more everyone around me felt safe to be themselves. I still have moments of self-consciousness, periods of anxiety, patterns of avoidance . . . but more and more, I am comfortable being completely myself, and I credit this creative work, the simple and regular practice of making something, for that shift.
I’m thinking I might like to work on a project that focuses on how the vintage oil paintings I’ve collected inform and interact with my photography.
At this point, it’s just an idea, a seed that hasn’t taken root, but is worth nurturing.
I’d like to see where this might lead. I am noticing that many of the oil paintings have common themes: natural elements (trees and bodies of water), soft geometry with curves and movement (think winding paths and picket fences), open spaces with places for the eyes to rest, seasonal elements, and above all, a sense of quiet peacefulness. Rest.