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...

The importance of working at play

I feel a big shift in my attitude to work this year, & am joyful...

my workspace - a creative play room for an adult

I used to feel guilty, having so much fun when I was meant to be working! Ha!

Engaged in creative work, I relax, & enjoy life... I'm in the child-like frame of mind required to connect with the creative process ... my ideas can take flight, & I am free, feeling light & strong...

                one small room contains my tools for creating happiness

As a child, almost everything I did was a creative act... constructing worlds in the sand pit, creating creatures in plasticine, drawing, painting, making with glue & scissors... even arranging peas on my plate, or soap bubbles in the bath...


You can read my first guest blog post here: 
http://annefallas.blogspot.fr/ - 
   It's about women & transformation, & the invitation to write this piece really encouraged me to take the required playful element of my work very seriously.

It is part of the process of acceptance... of who I am, what I am, & how I fit into the pattern of nature.... just as I am... 
..... part of growing up....