Ooh! Lovely water color playing between warm and cool tones! 💐 thanks for sharing these reflections— I’ve always called this essential state “creative alone time”. Without it, I devolve into my worst self. 👹
“You’re running away,” I recall her words as I ducked out the studio of my first drawing class. I thought she was gone. “Come back with something good,” my breathless frozen face nodded, bolting as she held the door for me. Soon I would reach City Park to find a place within a somewhat overgrown amphitheater to draw, something, anything.
I sat quietly in front of some graffiti, “the blood of the lamb is upon us.” Soon an older gentleman stopped to introduce himself, then began reciting Shakespeare in front of the dried red dripping paint. Never from that day did I question running away, for my solitude brought more than a gathering of easels.
It was my sketches of bare branches in blue and black ink, I remember, now seeing yours in yellow and green. - There are so many things in life I wish I found, know I missed, and never had, though I have found peace in the solitude. I have digging to do!
This post reaches me like hug, reminding me to start again, somehow, even though I feel completely locked up here, looking for a change of wind. - Happy Friday! Thank you for sharing your lovely art with us! ✨🧚♀️✨
This was such profound and beautiful prose, Matt! I love how you explained the link between loneliness and the creative process! And your lovely art helped to make your points! Well done!!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Ooh! Lovely water color playing between warm and cool tones! 💐 thanks for sharing these reflections— I’ve always called this essential state “creative alone time”. Without it, I devolve into my worst self. 👹
Thank you so much! ☺️
This is fabulous, Matt. Congrats! xo
Thank so very much xx
“You’re running away,” I recall her words as I ducked out the studio of my first drawing class. I thought she was gone. “Come back with something good,” my breathless frozen face nodded, bolting as she held the door for me. Soon I would reach City Park to find a place within a somewhat overgrown amphitheater to draw, something, anything.
I sat quietly in front of some graffiti, “the blood of the lamb is upon us.” Soon an older gentleman stopped to introduce himself, then began reciting Shakespeare in front of the dried red dripping paint. Never from that day did I question running away, for my solitude brought more than a gathering of easels.
It was my sketches of bare branches in blue and black ink, I remember, now seeing yours in yellow and green. - There are so many things in life I wish I found, know I missed, and never had, though I have found peace in the solitude. I have digging to do!
This post reaches me like hug, reminding me to start again, somehow, even though I feel completely locked up here, looking for a change of wind. - Happy Friday! Thank you for sharing your lovely art with us! ✨🧚♀️✨
This is a beautiful comment! Thank you so much for taking the time to share it! ♥️♥️♥️
This was such profound and beautiful prose, Matt! I love how you explained the link between loneliness and the creative process! And your lovely art helped to make your points! Well done!!! ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥