I said I was going to totally organize and decorate my studio. Well, that partly happened. Then after the second time of trying to “get organized”, I realized I had totally the wrong mindset. I was spending too much time thinking about what organized means for the world that is 100% mine and no-one elses. I don’t have to worry about accommodating others at all (as long as I leave access to the water heater that is). So why I am organizing in a fashion that fits others?
So I said the hell with it. I stripped out more junk I don’t need, I utilized a ton of cardboard boxes, and I got things to good enough. Good enough for me to function and create things. And today, I was happy. I was painting and hit that glorious flow state where things just happen. It’s like nirvana. When my brain shuts off and I just get into the flow of things, it is the most delicious, intoxicating feeling. Everything slips away, like being on some wonderful drug.
After many years away, I came back to oil paints. I am working on multiple pieces at once. And slowly but surely, I am finding my voice in my art. It’s still a bit submerged, buried in a mire of other people’s ideas and a mess of techniques. But I can unearth it, I know it. Creating things really is my sanity, a little tiny island where I can go to be alone and regain myself.
On such a beautiful day when things are going well, I am hoping all you out there have an island of your own as well.