I was stuck and couldn’t decide what to paint. I wanted to play, to create, but nothing was inspiring me. I was looking for the inspiration before I started, a huge flaw in my thinking. Sure, it is great to be inspired before starting, but that wasn’t happening today.
So what did I do to get myself unstuck? I trusted it would come eventually. Without any clue of where I was going, I put big blobs of paint on the palette, set up a kids easel outside, and a clipped up a big sheet of paper. Still zero inspiration.
Blank pages do not impress my muse one bit. She wants me to have some skin in the game before she sprinkles her magic dust. I had to start doing something, so I made a messy circle. Which led to more marks.
Before I realized it, I was inspired by the flowers in the garden. Those flowers had been in front of me the whole time, but it wasn’t until I started taking action that they became the inspiration for the play.
By the end of the play, I was happily lost in the rainbow, watching the colors layer on top of each other and feeling the freedom in loose scribbly painting.
Turns out Pablo Picasso was right, “Inspiration exists but it has to find you working.” Or playing!
Yes! Saying yes to the no inspiration is the inspiration itself! xox
I so relate to this…often inspiration eludes me until I pick up the color and start to play! Love your outcome! Thanks!
Thank you for posting your work. I cannot tell you how often I have set in front of an empty page in my art journal without a clue of why I even bothered to open it. At some point, I pick a color and that page come to life. Thank you for sharing your work with us. I love your approach to making “prettythings”. Watching you give yourself permission to play is helping me ease up on my need for exact structure and purpose.