This morning I’m enjoying some time spent on me doing my own thing. It feels good. It’s a slow morning over leisurely lattes and personal projects. I don’t feel ‘elated’ or ‘joyous’… but I feel satisfied with the day so far, and calm. I feel serene and comfortable. I feel relaxed. It’s nice to feel this combination of feelings, and I think I am inclined to call it ‘happy’… or at least ‘contented’.
There’s no room to paint right now, as much as I need to; the one decent spot for doing that currently lacks a convenient water supply for urgent clean ups, and is also quite surrounded by stacks of existing paintings waiting to be hung in their new locations; a fragile state of being for some of my heavier 3D mixed-media pieces. So. No painting just yet. I’m excited to begin work today, though, because I will still be surrounded by art, color, texture, emotion… and I think it will satisfy my needs for a time. I will use checking each piece for damage, and whether it is labeled, photographed for my archive, and correctly filed and cross-referenced, and uploaded, as an opportunity to also really enjoy and contemplate them; remember what inspired them, how I felt when they were completed, what they mean to me now… I can definitely make a day of it, just looking around I see at least 100 canvases, and a stack of work on paper more than a foot tall! I know some of them are not on my web page, I suspect some of them are not even in my photo archives, or on my Facebook fan page. I like to think I’m very organized, in general, but I gotta admit I can be pretty half-assed about maintaining it long term.
I’m learning things about me. Yesterday was good. Intense. Productive. I felt challenged to take my best a bit further than I knew I could go, grow, be a little more vulnerable, face myself a lot more honestly, a little more fearlessly. Self-acceptance doesn’t sound difficult… I find it harder than I want to, harder than seems ‘fair’… especially difficult is how readily I think I have accepted myself – only to find that I’ve tricked myself into averting my eyes again rather than understanding who I am and treating myself with compassion. So, today a project to satisfy my need to express myself artistically, and create some quiet headspace to contemplate things I’m learning about having a brain injury, and building good relationships, and taking care of me. I expect by day’s end I’ll still be quite human…perhaps a bit kinder to myself.


I’m so fascinated by your relationship with your art. I am unaccustomed to approaching art as you do, with context of emotion and as a symbol of an experience in time. I’d like to try it on, but it’s very foreign to me and will, I expect, take some practice.
I shall invite you for lattes some weekend soon, and sit down and share the context, inspiration, and setting of one or two paintings for you after you have time to enjoy them without that ‘insider information’ and you can explore whether it makes a difference. 🙂