(I love Liz Lamoreux. And her sense of poetry in everything she does. This poem is inspired by her and a passage of her wonderful book «Inner Excavation»)
(and a dear thank you to Mindy Lacefield and my classmates gathered around her in all of her three classes I am a student of. it would not be the same without you)
I would love to understand how my creative flow works better. I am just now accepting to go with it, to create like a mad woman when I am sleeping, drinking, eating, breathing art and inspired all day and all night long (yes, it happens 90% of my time). But when the 10% strikes, I feel like an overused carpet. I feel like I am not my normal self. I feel bad and scared I won’t be myself ever again…
…Here…
I quiet the negative voices in my head.
…Here…
I should always remember this moment: the paint on my hands.
…Here…
I learn to enjoy the «ahah» moment in the darkness.
…Here…
I thrive into kindness.
…Here…
I see the face emerging.
…Here…
I am being showered with simple happiness.
…Here…
I know there is more in the playing.
…Here…
I let the symbols being jotted down on the wood.
…Here…
I know it is all good…
So I went to the studio, pushed gently by kind hearted artists, and with the intention to release and welcome via my painting, continued to work on my painting, that became my first True Free Spirit Nixie:
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