It all begins in ones head. Suddenly, and without knowing where it came from, you start to sketch out an idea. "Will the end result look as I imagined it?"
We try to imagine it and think what colors best suit the vision. What size should it be, you ask yourself?
You grab a nice sturdy and thick 12"x12" canvas, it feels meaty and substantial.
You dip in to your bag of tricks and squeezed tubes and tubs of paint and all various sundry items that make up the mess on a work table. You begin to realize you needn't go out for anything additional as you seem to have all in your arsenal. Water and brushes and rags and all sorts of things pile up and round out the surface.....you stand at the easel with a sketch on canvas. A seedling of an idea you planted maybe days before, maybe even a year..........or just maybe 5 minutes before.
You can feel the organic process by which you work filter in to every pore of your body. That mojo is pumping for all it's worth. You don't care what you'll do with it when it's done.............you don't worry if others will like it.........in fact you don't worry about anything else but the canvas before you.
The house begins to suffer because instead of taking care of the debris about the place.......you just keep painting.
In fact you wonder what that thing is even doing out with the cord all askew. Oh yes, I broke a casserole dish the other night. (that's my clumsy gene revealing itself)
ANYWAY................
You look out the window to see what it's like outside. But inside you pretend you're on a deserted island and this is all you have to do until you're rescued......well that and build a shelter, a fire and forage for food.........but that's another story.. You imagine the waves lapping and the palms swaying and somehow you managed to have with you ALL your art supplies, a table and an easel. It's a miracle! You're thin and wearing a lovely sarong and your hair is brushed too.......no lumpy body OR jammies in sight. Now THAT'S the the way to paint............but I digress.......
REAL
IMAGINED
And the painting begins in earnest......well not IN earnest or ON earnest or even FOR earnest.........frankly I don't even know who earnest is.
But you know what I mean.
And after hours, a stiff neck, some redos and millions of times standing back to check this or that until you know it's done.....you STOP. You have paint on strange places like your ankle and of course under your finger nails and a speck of ultramarine blue on your cheek. You tell yourself you'll cap all the paint and clean up the mess then go jump in the ocean.....uh, I mean the shower. Funny enough there is no sand in any of the paint.
But first, as always, you take some photos (ok, so I guess I have a camera and internet on that island too- what a miracle indeed!!!) so you can show your peers your latest work. You show it not to brag or expect anything from anyone....you show it because your mojo is humming and it feels fantastic. THAT or a coconut fell on your head. (you decide)
It has no title as of yet.
The odd thing about a "humming mojo" (hey, that would make a good blog name) is that I'm already thinking about the next painting.
Thank you so much for stopping by my little blogasphere and for taking a single second to say something while you're here.
I HEART you all!
At sundown come and join me on the deserted island, we'll light a bonfire and we can dance around it with abandon............to this! I cannot help but want to dance anytime I hear it......just throw back my head and dance!
JAI HO!
Love,
Lisa
XOXOXOXO
