I’ve spent too much of my life telling myself that I will give myself a reward and finally paint or create some other type of art “after I finish… …cleaning house AND getting everything put away, working on taxes, organizing my office, filing all my papers, answering old emails, losing 20 pounds… and I know darn well I will never get all of those things done.
Why do I wait to do what I enjoy so much? Why do I believe that creating art is less of an obligation than the more mundane jobs of my life? Because it’s not a practical part of life? I don’t know.
Because art is a part of my every day existence. Seeing the blue of the sky when I first go out in the morning – a blue that seems to promise a cooler day (regrettably, the blue just flat-out lied). Re-aligning the Tang horse on my mantle. Matching my earrings to my mood. Arranging tangerine sections on a plate for my husband (and on other days, he does for me). Enjoying the mirror image of roof slats on the rear window of a car in front of me at Starbucks. Our daily art is made up of little things, but always there, waiting to be done, to be enjoyed, to be noticed.
Art is in every part of our day and helps us to not only make it through each day, but adds beauty, joy and ornamentation to the cinder blocks of our lives.
roof slat reflections
2 responses so far ↓
1 Jo C. // Aug 20, 2009 at 10:01 pm
This is certainly the truth. Why do we feel guilty to let some things go to do art? Ahhhh.
2 Regina // Aug 21, 2009 at 5:47 pm
I just don’t know, Jo. But think I will try to take a little time out of each day to do something devoted to art, even if it is just a few strokes on a pastel painting.
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