I must admit I’m not a big fan of abstract paintings.  First of all, I don’t really “get” them.  What am I supposed to see in a bunch of squares and dots?  I think my mind just doesn’t know what to make of it.  If I can detect a form or something tangible in a piece, then my mind at least has something to grasp.  If there’s an explanation or a title, that definitely helps.  But usually when I’m at a museum or gallery, I hurry through the abstract paintings and head straight for the Impressionists.   For me, this style of art is the perfect balance between abstract and realistic imagery.

But recently I had an experience with making abstract art that changed my way of thinking…at least a little bit.  A neighbor of mine is also an artist.  I admire her because she hangs her art all over her house.  You can’t help but see it.  More than that, you can FEEL it.  That’s because her style is Expressionistic.  She seeks to evoke a feeling or idea more than anything else.  She says she hides herself in her work, which is really interesting.   She’s always asking me what I see in her paintings.  Sometimes I have to admit that I don’t know.  But it isn’t as simple as that.  I feel something immediately, but I can’t conceptualize it right away.

I love a good mystery as much as the next person, but I couldn’t let it go at that.  The more I didn’t get it, the more I wanted to.  I’m stubborn like that 😉  I was just going to have to try it out myself.

My neighbor invited me over to paint.  Her dining room is her studio.  How cool is that?  The number one rule:  there are no rules (except to wash out the brushes.  She was serious about that.)  Then she put on some chill country music (because if there is one thing about country singers– they know how to feel!)  She told me to pick out a canvas, any shape and size, and motioned to the large tubes of acrylic paint in every color you can imagine.  I think she could sense my hesitation.  Her only advice:  Start with your hands.

I felt a little silly at first, like a kid again finger painting.  But you know what?  It helped me loosen up.  Something about getting your hands in it.  Like playing in mud.  It was a goopy mess really.  But with a little dab here, and a splotch there, I was starting to get into it.  I stopped focusing on the end product and started focusing on the process.  I was definitely feeling something, although if you asked me about it, I probably couldn’t put it into words.

Before I knew it, I was done.  Was it a masterpiece?  I don’t know.  But I was proud of it anyway.  I’d tried something that scared me.  And isn’t it the stuff we don’t know that scares us the most?

I’m not going to tell you what it means.  I’ll leave that up to you.  It was my husband who named it.  When he looked at it I turned the tables and asked HIM what he saw.  “Energy,” he said without batting an eyelash.  Okay, so I guess some people just get it right away 😉

The only thing about it I can tell you for sure is that I was grasping at something.  Something a little bit mysterious.  Something probably divine.

The Power of Dreaming

Make Your Creative Dreams Real

Greetings dreamers!

I found this book serendipitously at the library.  It seemed to be calling out to me 😉  I would venture to say it is calling out to all of you as well.  Anyone who is a dreamer.  And we all are…or at least we should be.  And here is why:

SARK‘s book suggests that the world needs more people dreaming and living out their dreams, even partially.  It doesn’t have to be for money.  It doesn’t have to be big. And your dreams are free to change and adapt constantly!  But we need to dream because dreaming creates more energy, which directly benefits th world around us.

“We are all energized by creative dreams.”  –SARK

So where will you begin?