I really need to vacuum and dust tonight. No, I mean I REALLY NEED to, but I don't find vacuuming and dusting soul-grounding. They do give me peace, peace because those dreaded chores can be checked off my list and I get a task-check-endorphin-rush. They also give me peace because THEN I can watch another episode of Lost. I am JUST NOW catching on to what that hype was all about; and yes, I know it is the summer of 2011. Thanks to Netflix, however, Jeff, Kaity and I will watch the entire 7 seasons in about a month. I can't imagine what it was like in those live years when you people had to wait for an entire week to go by so you would know what happened to Jack or Kate or Sawyer or Hurley or John or, oh I could go on and on, but I'm drifting from my point!
Better still, vacuuming and dusting give me an ounce of peace so I can move on to what gives me soul-grounding peace - ART!! I love art!
On White II" (Kandinsky 1923)
I don't know why I had to wait until I was 45 years old to discover that truth, but nevertheless, I do know now that I LOVE ART!! I love reading about it, looking at it, studying it and most of all I love participating in it. I love to pencil, graphite, and pen and ink draw. I love working with pastels,though that medium is still a huge challenge for me and so far the pastels have won every battle! I love painting - watercolor and acrylic! I haven't braved oil just yet, but that will happen one day. I hate wood-burning, that much I've learned, but my husband loves wood-burning so I paint what he wood-burns which allows us to truly create things together. We may not be Patrick and Demi and we don't own a potter's wheel (but we might some day ; D), but our painted wood-burning creations still make a great date night!
Most of all, art grounds my soul, gives me peace and touches my heart in a way nothing else non-human ever has! Tonight there is an air of anxiety and a cloud of doubt attempting to rob my peace. No matter what tomorrow brings, the dust will still be on my furniture and the dirt clinging to my carpet fibers.
Tonight I need to sleep on fluffy clouds of faith rather than toss and turn on dark clouds of doubt.
Tonight I need to breathe.
Tonight, I NEED TO PAINT!
In his own words, Composition VII was the most complex piece he ever painted (Kandinsky 1913)
Though my spiritual views differ rather dramatically from the great Kandinsky, I do share his devotion to inner beauty and his fervor of spirit along with his passion for color. If I were musically inclined, tonight would be one of those sit-at-the-piano (or with a guitar)-and-compose kind of nights. I did not, however receive that gifting.
Maybe the truest beauty of art is that its end result is subjective and the eye of the beholder truly gets to make a personal decision. Art cannot be flat or sharp or off-key in any way. Just as a composer, though, an artist can sit at a blank canvas and begin to let the music of her soul spill over the raw white space allowing the notes to come alive in color, shape and form! For a time it is poetry in motion until it is finished and becomes poetry for the eyes.
"Colour is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul." - Wassily Kandinsky
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