I gain so much reading about the way other creatives use their art to navigate this life. I remember as a young girl having a swimming coach who taught me to swim in the deep end of the pool by "imagining" I could do it. His advice became a metaphor for me, a lifesaver I could use during times in my life when I experienced loss or felt overcome with depression. I learned to "imagine" that magic was hiding in the deep waters if I could manage to stay afloat long enough to find it. I learned to see swimming in the deep end of the pool--so to speak--as a creative response to life. Now, as a writer, I wade into the depths and to allow myself to look around for a sign or symbol that a story is waiting for me.
It also reminds me of a different type of experience when I was deep in anxiety/depression, paralyzed by it, and I was over-analyzing a million choices and a good odler mentor friend said to me, "I know that you want to learn to swim without getting in the pool but you really do just have to get in."
Calligraphy is also an art, so I let flowers, wind, and emotions take hold of the characters and then hit them with them. Sometimes I write about stones, dead leaves, and the dark parts hidden deep within the souls of people. Sometimes I write while crying because I'm sad. It's very hard to become empty. However, when a beautiful character is born, I don't know whose handwriting it is, but it's as if something has descended upon me, I feel a state of nothingness and my brush moves on its own. I trembled at that moment, it was comfortable, and I was surprised by the sense of accomplishment. I can't find words to describe the peace I feel when I finish writing. I'll send you some recent writing. If you're interested, I look forward to hearing your thoughts.
Thank you so much for the mention. I am now not painting at all, but moved to East Timor volunteering with a group reviving the local plant dyes of the country now!
I gain so much reading about the way other creatives use their art to navigate this life. I remember as a young girl having a swimming coach who taught me to swim in the deep end of the pool by "imagining" I could do it. His advice became a metaphor for me, a lifesaver I could use during times in my life when I experienced loss or felt overcome with depression. I learned to "imagine" that magic was hiding in the deep waters if I could manage to stay afloat long enough to find it. I learned to see swimming in the deep end of the pool--so to speak--as a creative response to life. Now, as a writer, I wade into the depths and to allow myself to look around for a sign or symbol that a story is waiting for me.
This is such a beautiful perspective.
It also reminds me of a different type of experience when I was deep in anxiety/depression, paralyzed by it, and I was over-analyzing a million choices and a good odler mentor friend said to me, "I know that you want to learn to swim without getting in the pool but you really do just have to get in."
Thank you so much for the mention!
I've been missing that process lately, as I've been too sick to spend time in the studio.
Hopefully, that changes today!
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Calligraphy is also an art, so I let flowers, wind, and emotions take hold of the characters and then hit them with them. Sometimes I write about stones, dead leaves, and the dark parts hidden deep within the souls of people. Sometimes I write while crying because I'm sad. It's very hard to become empty. However, when a beautiful character is born, I don't know whose handwriting it is, but it's as if something has descended upon me, I feel a state of nothingness and my brush moves on its own. I trembled at that moment, it was comfortable, and I was surprised by the sense of accomplishment. I can't find words to describe the peace I feel when I finish writing. I'll send you some recent writing. If you're interested, I look forward to hearing your thoughts.
Very very beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
I couldn't post a photo here, I'll send it to you in the message section.
Thank you so much for the mention. I am now not painting at all, but moved to East Timor volunteering with a group reviving the local plant dyes of the country now!
Hope you are doing well, and threadstack is too
That sounds like a wonderful next creative thing to be doing!!