Here’s a bonus secret: there are no mistakes in art, and if life is art- which it most definitely is- then there are no mistakes in life either. Quit holding yourself hostage with externally imposed standards. Be ethical but be you, all of you: messy and glorious in your authentic imperfection. Art is not necessarily what you make. It’s not about impressing anyone. It’s about sinking down into the heart of your heart, becoming your own roots and wings, and living every moment you can from that home base.
Art will flow from that, whether it’s painting, writing, dancing, laughing and releasing those around you to feel their own joy, loving yourself as gently and deeply as your child or whoever your most sacred relationship is with, or even scrubbing the baseboards in your living room. Art is not a product. It is a way of living.
Just keep defining your own path and walking it with bravery. You will be blind with doubt. You will crawl certain days. Keep moving and trust your inner compass. Trust you.
Life is sublime and devastating, but it doesn’t own you. It cannot break you. We come into and leave this world alone. If you know and accept and love you, that should be a comfort, not a terror. You always have a place in this universe. You always have you.
Life is art. Life is magic.
And so are you.
when we sit in our mess while, bravely, patiently, we unfurl and our creations enliven….
inquiry for today~ reflect on what is muddy? what is magical?
I have to hope my instincts will do the right thing, because I can’t erase what I have done. And if I drew something first, then my paintings would be illustrations of drawings. ~Francis Bacon