I grew up envying the “artists.” I was too much of a perfectionist, I thought – I couldn’t actually enjoy the process of painting unless it was paint-by-numbers and then if I made a mistake, I wanted to toss my work. I associated art with painting and am almost embarrassed to say that until my mid-30s, I maintained that association in my mind. I do not enjoy painting = I am not an artist. Only in the past few years have I come to see that I am an artist and my medium is nature. I paint with flowers, on a canvas of grass, or concrete, or canvas itself; I paint with essential oils on a canvas of skin; I paint with gemstones on canvases of Manzanita branches and grapevines. I wish someone had opened my eyes earlier in life to the full of range of what art can look and feel like. I wish my high school art teacher had said to me: Athena, put the brush down. And go pick up something else. Something that feels more natural in your hands. Or look at what is already in your hands, and open your mind to see that as art. In writing this post, I hope I can do that for you. What’s in your hands? Where is your art? My wish for all of us is that life continues to hold a bounty of surprises and unveilings about what we were meant to bring into the world. They say art is a universal soul purpose and innate human drive – to bring something into being that, without your hands and heart, would not otherwise exist. I’d love for you to comment on this post with a few words about your art and what your hands and heart have made, as we are here to inspire and muse each other.
And so it is.
Until soon, rose petal and sage blossom blessings on a canvas of love,