I’ve come to a place in my writing where I’m approaching “changing hats”, taking my writer hat off and putting my artist one on. Even though I was in the middle of writing the book I’ve written, focusing on ideas for my story, images of possible ideas for paintings never stopped floating through my mind. It’s as if my being has become accustomed to them being a part of me.
However, as I step into being the artist, now that I’m so full of wonderful possible images I can begin to paint, I find myself still needing help. I thought that, since I had become accustomed to trusting and allowing my guidance system to lead me with my writing, the transition would be easy. But the images that have occupied my imagination are diametrically opposed to the type of painting from the past. The images are not sharply delineated, more like a feeling. I’m so used to having a photograph to copy, I don’t know how to begin to paint something suggestive.
The painting posted above was done several years ago when I was up against a similar problem, that of how to get started with an idea. Beginning a project is always the hardest part for me. That is, until I let go. I wanted to paint a vision, something not tangible enough to know where to get started. Like my writing, I must’ve trusted and allowed my guidance system to lead me. In this painting the idea I had was to offer something in exchange for my freedom from something that was keeping me in bondage to past generations.
Don’t laugh. What is on that plate, if you haven’t figured it out by now, is a chicken breast. How apropos!, I think now. If I had brought rubies or diamonds for an offering, I would have worried that I’d be foolishly out of line for what I wanted to accomplish. The offering of a chicken breast is full of nourishment and sustenance, what one needs to get through a problem by letting go. Though I’m feeling hesitation and uncertainty now, there’s one thing I can count on that makes all the difference. If in the past I was able to pull off something without knowing how, I can do that again. I’m not alone in this. I can find answers.