Painting Everyday is a Gift

 

Painting every day is a gift.

It makes me a happier human being.

For years in my 20’s I felt creatively restless…anxious…should I write, should I act, should I sing? I was always an artist of some kind growing up…making stuff, painting, doing theatre, taking dance. Once I hit adulthood I resisted the one thing that was my “go to” creative skill in childhood…painting.

All of the resistance and perfectionism piled on to stop me from starting paintings and certainly from ever finishing them. I wonder if I thought that my pursuit of theatre and acting took up enough creative space…That there wasn’t any more room for visual art.

Funny now, when I look back at my pre-kid days and all I see is time. Hours I had where I could have been painting. Why then did a daily art practice elude me for so long? It took having to navigate around naps and mealtimes and busy family schedules to “find the time”. Perhaps I had to be pushed into a proverbial corner.

Make art to survive this.

I do think it has something to do with self care. For honoring yourself and the things that make you “you”.

Painting for 100 days may sound tedious, but to me it’s nourishment.

I’ll be sharing my recent 100 Day project later this week…stay tuned!

 

 

 

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