So, another day and another effort at setting up a blog! Not much good at this tech stuff! Let’s see how we go.
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Everyday Thoughts of an Artist
Musings about art, art practice and creativity.
Everyday Thoughts of an Artist
Musings about art, art practice and creativity.
So, another day and another effort at setting up a blog! Not much good at this tech stuff! Let’s see how we go.
Everyday Thoughts of an Artist 
Hi Kirsten it’s Tanja, your number one procrastinator kindred soul spirit, your friend from afar in New Mexico, where the desert light delights 24 hours a day, leaving no time to waste! How I smiled when I found you hear, yes hear the sounds of procrastination in words: so very funny! And your words and spirit puddling time instead of paint – good lord you’re very art is exquisite! I think this blog is a transformative thing for procrastinator artists, a way to put them on the edge of the wave, ready to body surf it in, crash, ride, slip n slide, maybe glide, come what may. So happy to find the art that is you in the flat and painted, the inked word and imaginatively animated blog.
A rt is an interface
R esting in energies and spaces
T ransforming…
B elieve it,
L ove it,
O pen it,
G ush it out,
O ffer it up,
N ap, you did it!
Thanks you for getting it out here for us all!
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What a wonderful comment. Thank you! That New Mexico light is working on you, obviously. And I particularly love the body surfing image. So perfect! I hope you enjoy the blog as it develops. 🙂
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I will and I am!
Although I am always a bit humbled by my re reads when I fumble – an extra “s” here, a missing ” ; ” there, and so forth. However, I’m finding, that for the very most part, no one gives a flip, or a zip or even a pip of interest in my typos… which is perhaps the hardest lesson for me that goes with not starting something, which is fear of finishing it or just deciding to be done with it because of obvious flaws, or other unfinishedness, or just because I can and that’s alright. From where does that fear emanate?
Do trees and shrubs only start growing a twig or root or flower with the end in mind? Or can we slow down to adapt to the journey without knowing each ending? Not every season will bear fruit, but that’s alright, one supposes, if there’s still good wood for another time.
The Navajo, who are more correctly called the Dine I learned upon moving to the USA south west, make famously beautiful, woven wool, rugs and jewellery: they believe that the pieces are not complete without a flaw. This is thinking I’m absorbing with wonder, as it is so very not the cultural view I grew up with, and a paradigm on another plane – even at when shopping, such people look for oranges or tomatoes with signs of flaws, say a little insect bite, to know it is wholesome and nourishing to others, perfection being an unholy, unwanted artifice!
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Tanja!!!! It’s Sophia… is it you!!! sm_zayas@yahoo.com
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I painted two paintings today. One was SO imperfect it made its way to the bin. The other was largely imperfect but, from a distance, had enough of an impact to survive the ‘rubbish test’. Art has been a humbling thing and letting go of that need for perfection has been hard but necessary!! It’s a fabulous life lesson that will make the second fifty years more relaxed than the first fifty!! 😂
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