time to reflect...
|Mission Bay, San Diego 7/4/2011|
And what of my creative bursts? They lead me to think that my photography and writing need to be a bigger part of my mixed-media art, and that maybe making art for others really is leading me back to myself. These are two simple, yet valuable, conclusions that I could not rest my mind on a month ago. My next action steps: to make a list of all those unfinished projects I started for friends, to print some of my favorite old pictures for use in my work, and to dig through my my writings that may inspire me to put color on a canvas.
My hubby, who has been cheering me on every day, reminded me that I’m one-twelfth of the way there. I appreciate that he can see the journey in such manageable chunks, the same way he does when we jog together with our eyes on the finishing point. When I go jogging by myself, I don’t usually set an end goal. I just run as far as my legs and lungs and mind tell me. My intention is always to just get out there and expend my energy in a healthy way. My project has been very much like one of my jogs: showing up, expending my creative energy in a healthy way and striving to reach a place of strength and assurance. I just go with my art where my hands and heart and mind tell me to. I do think it’s time to push myself (with jogging and in art)- to push the limits of what’s comfortable, of what I thought I could do. The finish line is far off, the end result rather hazy, but I know I’m moving in the right direction and growing stronger with every step.