Inspiration to release an attachment
I've been stuck for a few days on one of the paintings I've been working on. It isn't "right." There is something missing, it's too flat and boring. It just isn't what I was going for.
So, instead of picking up a brush, I headed to the beach for inspiration.
To get to my favorite spot at the beach, I climb down a sandy-dirt path at the end of my street. There are big rocks below all along the shore to prevent erosion, and the water swings in, splashing up into the air and wetting the rocks. It's a remarkable sight to behold.
Walking north, I noticed a beautiful rock sculpture had been built atop one of the boulders below. I stopped to admire this magnificent gift that someone left.
The sculpture was created from various rocks and pieces of concrete found nearby, Each rock was a different color and shape - some long and thin, some round, others square with colors of red, green, brown and black. Behind the sculpture the waves crashed and splashed up foamy white, creating a most picturesque scene.
Clearly a magical place, I decided this sculpture was an intricate doorway and home for the faeries.
Continuing over a ridge, I saw half a dozen smaller rock sculptures! How exciting!
Someone lovingly put great time and effort into making these special little creations, truly giving a wonderful sense of joy to others who happen travel this path. I felt so much gratitude for the beautiful treasures I had seen.
I headed to a part of the cliffs that juts out into and above the water, finding a wonderful spot shaded by an upper rocky area. I rolled out my blanket and let my legs wander out into the sun.
Lying back, I first just took time to soak up the view. The waves rippled in from the horizon, growing bigger and bigger until they folded into themselves or crashed on the rocks. Water washed onto the sand below, smoothing footprints and creating this little ring marks as it fell back into the sea. As the water crashed over the rocks below, beautiful white mist sprayed up, trickling back down into the ocean creating a tiny waterfall.
After a while I closed my eyes, getting centered, and visualized my painting. What does my painting really want to become? What next? What colors does it desire? What shapes?
The answer came to me in only a few minutes: If I don't like the painting as it is, then it I can release what I was intending it to be and be okay making changes.
What a relief! Here I had started out wondering what I should do, what I could do to make it better - make it "right". And the essence of the message that came to me was - if it isn't right, don't try to make it right. Just do something else and see what happens.
With this message, a new wave of inspiration hit and I headed home to paint.
So, instead of picking up a brush, I headed to the beach for inspiration.
To get to my favorite spot at the beach, I climb down a sandy-dirt path at the end of my street. There are big rocks below all along the shore to prevent erosion, and the water swings in, splashing up into the air and wetting the rocks. It's a remarkable sight to behold.
Walking north, I noticed a beautiful rock sculpture had been built atop one of the boulders below. I stopped to admire this magnificent gift that someone left.
The sculpture was created from various rocks and pieces of concrete found nearby, Each rock was a different color and shape - some long and thin, some round, others square with colors of red, green, brown and black. Behind the sculpture the waves crashed and splashed up foamy white, creating a most picturesque scene.
Clearly a magical place, I decided this sculpture was an intricate doorway and home for the faeries.
Continuing over a ridge, I saw half a dozen smaller rock sculptures! How exciting!
Someone lovingly put great time and effort into making these special little creations, truly giving a wonderful sense of joy to others who happen travel this path. I felt so much gratitude for the beautiful treasures I had seen.
I headed to a part of the cliffs that juts out into and above the water, finding a wonderful spot shaded by an upper rocky area. I rolled out my blanket and let my legs wander out into the sun.
Lying back, I first just took time to soak up the view. The waves rippled in from the horizon, growing bigger and bigger until they folded into themselves or crashed on the rocks. Water washed onto the sand below, smoothing footprints and creating this little ring marks as it fell back into the sea. As the water crashed over the rocks below, beautiful white mist sprayed up, trickling back down into the ocean creating a tiny waterfall.
After a while I closed my eyes, getting centered, and visualized my painting. What does my painting really want to become? What next? What colors does it desire? What shapes?
The answer came to me in only a few minutes: If I don't like the painting as it is, then it I can release what I was intending it to be and be okay making changes.
What a relief! Here I had started out wondering what I should do, what I could do to make it better - make it "right". And the essence of the message that came to me was - if it isn't right, don't try to make it right. Just do something else and see what happens.
With this message, a new wave of inspiration hit and I headed home to paint.
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