What the heck happened to my flower?: Listen to the paint.
The paint is telling me something and it would behove me to listen. The perfect flower that I painted this morning is no longer a perfect flower. I don't know what the heck it is now.
Paint will react to gravity, temperature, and humidity just as much as it reacts to me. I am able to control these variables to a point. I can be a rigid artist at times and spend weeks perfecting a portrait. Painting can be so frustrating that I just want to cry and eat cupcakes. I have learned that when you stop trying to control the paint magical things can happen.
There are life lessons in paint. I know this sounds silly but here are a few parallels that I have noticed.
~ When you let go and stop trying to control everything then life will flow with grace. Amazing things will automatically happen to you. Paint does the same thing. Amazing thing can happen when you stop trying to control it.
~ Accept the impermanence of life. Nothing will ever stay the same. The flower that I painted this morning is no longer a flower. My grandpa was just buried two days ago. He was almost 95 years old and he was a happy man. I believe that the reason he lived such a long and happy life is because he did not worry about things. He was excepting of impermanence.
~ Do not judge yourself by other people's opinions of you.. I could decide to stop painting because someone told me that I lack class with my subject matter. But, someone else can tell me that my concept is brilliant. I could decide to stop painting because I didn't like how my last painting turned out. But someone else can buy that painting because they loved it. You will never please everybody so just stop trying.
The list of parallels between life and paint can go on and on. Feel free to add to the list if you are so inclined.
P.S. I have no idea how this painting is going to turn out but I will post a picture of it when it is done................maybe.