We don’t have snow yet (ok, we’ve seen a few flurries), but I am already in a Christmasey mood! I was itching to put up the tree and decorate my new place, but I valiantly held off until the day after Thanksgiving, and then when I got home from my family’s house on Friday morning, I immediately hauled out the decor and the tree and had everything set up before I’d even sat down.
Bring on the jingle bells, I’m ready!
So this year I decided to try to make some Christmasy art! I haven’t made much winter art at all, actually. There’s Winter’s Light, and a couple experiments with inky blizzard paintings, but for the most part my art tends toward spring and fall. In the winter, I’m usually so sluggish that I’m lucky if I can get off the couch to heat up canned soup for dinner, let alone climb two flights of stairs to my studio.
But I’m on the ball this year, and I’m pretty proud of these paintings. I’m still on my fox kick from autumn and included a snow fox in one of these paintings, and a white stag in the other. I included lots of texture, splatter painted snow, and Christmas lights on the trees! Lights are one of my favorite parts of the Christmas season, and I use lots of white lights and silver in my own Christmas decor. These pieces look great in my living room hanging by my tree until they find their new homes!
First of all, I just want to toot my own horn and say how proud I am of myself for making so much stuff this fall! Seriously, I’ve had a wonderful, productive, paint-stained autumn and I love how much my shop has grown with beautiful autumn art that exudes my love for this beautiful season! (more…)
The little canvases sat on my work table for weeks, untouched. I knew what I wanted to do with them, but I was afraid I would screw it up somehow. They wouldn’t look right. I’d just have to gesso over my work and start again. Or I’d post them and no one would like them, they’d think I was a crappy artist, that it looked weird and messy and those pieces would sit in my art shop for months, unsold, without a single view and everyone in the world would bombard my comments and Facebook page with hatemail for having the gall to bring such an eyesore into the world.
This was me last week trying to finish my new Raven paintings. I was so terrified they’d look horrible.
My brain is like a runaway train sometimes with ridiculous, anxious scenarios like these. Sometimes I feel that everything I create has to be perfect.
I’m a recovering perfectionist.
Do you wonder what you were put here to do? Do you feel like you are living the life you were meant to live?
A lot of us would answer “Not yet”, or “I’m not sure”, or even just “no”.
We might not know what our purpose is, and that’s ok.
It’s always evolving.
But every once in awhile, I like to play a little game in my journal to refocus on what it is that my soul really yearns for. That way I can look at my life in the present, evaluate, and then do what I can to align with the purpose my soul is striving for.