I had a moment last week when I suddenly needed to pull out my acrylics and canvas and paint. It’s been so long since I’ve painted or even drawn that I decided to tackle an existing subject: a whale from an ancient coffee table book.
My next painting, a few nights later, I did when I was frustrated and angry at not being able to do what I wanted to because my body was failing me. Again.
This painting poured out of me, starting with an angry orange background and ending with some vaguely cute, vaguely creepy abstract figures. Van Gogh I am not — although he’s rapidly becoming an inspiration of mine — but I felt that this painting was me, me in that one slice of time, me as I lived through those intense emotions.
And that’s what creating is all about, isn’t it? Capturing slices of time, capturing the intense emotions (and sometimes the bland ones too), and healing the soul.
And so, on that note, I’m going to leave you with a Van Gogh in the hopes that it will inspire you as it has me. (Look at those colors!)