Whenever You Can.
Sometimes I’ve gotten up before dawn to paint in the wee hours of the morning and sometimes I’ve painted on into the night. Today, I have been blessed with a quiet afternoon, sipping green tea with a peony from the flower garden to contemplate color combinations.
Everyone is different. I need peace and quiet for the creative muse to flow. Phones ringing and doorbells chiming don’t make for a good painting session. Anyone who works with watercolor knows this. There are certain times in the process when stopping for even one minute, spells ruined attempt.
But I’m also speaking of peace and quiet within. Whatever is happening on the inside, soon shows up in the artwork. It has a way of coming down the arms, into the hands, through the brush and onto the painting surface.
Now, the real growing edge would be to maintain a calm center when the outside is a helter-skelter bombardment. But for now, I will get lost in the bliss of this watercolor-peony-filled afternoon.
I don’t know what inspiration is.
But when it comes, I hope it finds me working.