No hurry. No goal. Just show up to the blank paper, put on the music and let the first creative impulse signal what color of paper to use. This way of stepping into the space for creativity to manifest has been with me since I began this type of art. Totally free-form. No prescribed rules. No agendas. Instead a willingness to experience abandon. Let it fly. Put the paper down covered in acrylic medium. Let the wrinkles guide the expression. Let the shape and color begin to guide the next move. Pure joy to be guided in this way. Working into the piece rather than working out problems. There are no problems because each mistake springboards to some response that moves into something even better.
I seem to make mountains in the end. Always vistas whether near or far. I am drawn to these landscapes that speak of another time and space. I am drawn to the mystique of these places, the sound and energy that swirls around the hills and valleys. They feel familiar when I finally step away and say I am done. That’s a wrap.
I love that moment.
I step away. Turn the lights off except for the ones on the table that shine directly on the finished piece. I sit down and look at the piece. So much aliveness is there. My heart is so happy. My soul got a chance to express itself. I got out of the way and there it is. Something other than me.
In this case, it was delight.
Whenever I look at this piece, the delight returns.
And so I wonder about this question about the sacredness of art. What is that? When is that? Some how it is known when it occurs or when it is witnessed. Something reaches passed the mind and enters the heart. It is in there that something occurs that words fail to describe.
We know it though. We long for it. We cherish it when it presents itself.
Nature does this all the time. It is beyond words to capture the sacred beauty that surrounds us. All we have to do is show up with a willingness to experience abandon. Let it fly. Get out of the way and there it is. Something other. Something sacred. Something of delight.