It's your circus, you know... another note to self...

Had no idea what would reveal itself to me today, when I started drawing... 

I think it's magical, the way much needed messages can spill out onto the page from the end of a pencil...

As I began, thought  it was silly to draw a tent & a clownish face... but I continued, in the hope that something would reveal itself.... and continued, without censorship, until I realised this is what I needed to remember...

... and possibly, Dear Reader, it might mean something to you as well, because you're reading this...

I saw a circus 2 days ago... 

Marvelous what the mind files away for future reference...

Art of my heart

Good morning to you!
I'm just about to start drawing, and thinking I find this such a pleasurable activity, that I deny it to myself... This attitude is a bit dark,isn't it? Old fashioned Protestant work ethic, perhaps?

I feel guilty about doing something I love so much with no focus upon selling it... or publicity... no reason to think it will help me make my way in this world... I just love drawing, and always have...
Sometimes, I say I hate the discipline of it, but that's not the same sort of drawing as this, with which I'm about to indulge myself... this is delicious freedom... "play"... exploration, and discovery... this is adventure!

THIS is where REAL art is born... where magic can manifest... where what is needed in the world can make itself known... letting the Arwen flow

I KNOW this! So why do I struggle to make money, when I know I can make art so joyfully?

Perhaps I'll just take a chance for a while, and "play" more... I won't starve... in fact, I might even make art that people want to pay for! Ha! My heart is light...

Mandala Magic

Decided to make a mandala a day, until I'm sick of it, and share them here....
A blog to me, is a strange medium... it can be anything I want it to be... so here I am, and here this is... wonder how long I'll stick at them... I enjoyed drawing this afternoon...
Mandalas are so satisfying to make... just do whatever comes naturally within a circle... I like resting my mind within in a circle so much more than in a rectangle or square....

Erasers, perfectionism, & happy accidents

When I was a kid, my art teacher banned erasers, so I learned to draw without them. I wonder now, if she had a deeper reason for teaching us to make "mistakes" into "happy accidents".
 She was a very good teacher... 

Now I am adult, if I need an eraser, it's a warning sign that I'm compromising my integrity, by not expressing myself freely. I'm pernickety & pedantic and secretly, I feel cheated out of my own creative experience. My effort to resolve the work unappreciated, I feel manipulated into having to produce something "perfect' for the rest of the world's to approval, instead of birthing something new with a life of its own, that I will love, imperfections & all, knowing the secret struggle we shared....

 

 There is a tenderness between the artist and the piece of work which has struggled to be born. Erasers, in a quest for perfection, can wipe away the unintended lines that reveal & respect the intrinsic character of the work....

And metaphorical erasers can disregard the private tenderness between a person creating their life, & the life they are creating that is known only to them,

 " happy accidents" & all.

Yep, she was a very good teacher....