Redos

I am an in the closet artist. Dubbed officially as an Art School drop out, I have yet to “show” or apply my talents for monetary gains. Yet, it stays close to my heart as the one thing I can fully release into. I would venture to say most of us have a secret hobby which allows us to fully release our souls into.

One of things that attracts me to painting is nothing is permanent. Your canvas can start as something entirely different then what you started it as. The picture, the strokes, grow with you and metamorphosis with you. There’s not much in life which will forgive your naivety during the process, and still allow your talents to flower.

Words on webpages are permanent. Speeches reiterated and relived. Emails referred back to. Nothing allows you the animosity of your mind like art.

Sometimes we need a place where we feel safe to fully make mistakes. To be ourselves. Naive and knowledgeable at the same time. Just to be accepted at the moment for what you can give. No long term commitments, no short term goals except to only share the moment.

These safe places are sacred to people. In life, our sacred moments may be disturbed. We may choose to open those special hours to others we feel safe with. Life may not agree, and those moments be deemed as truancy to our community. Chained and confined until we can return to our moments of safety.

Your return to solitude and acceptance depends on the ability to redo the painting. Maybe paint with a new color scheme, go back to familiar brushes, or start with a familiar scene. We control the marks on our canvas. Old brushes may be the reason why we create our strokes in life.

Cool music to get lost in:
Placebo “Ask for Answers“

Ludovico Einaudi