Inspiration Rising: We Are All Artists 11.21.11

Over a year ago, my parents gave me three tall stacks of canvases for my birthday. I had asked for acrylic-coated wood panels for my collage work; they thought the canvases were the same. It was such a generous gift – all different sizes, probably 30 in all – but I hated canvas. I didn’t have the patience, inspiration or confidence to paint. I tried months later to return them to Dick Blick, but they wouldn’t accept them without a receipt. I thought about selling them on Craigslist, but never got around to creating a listing. So, they just sat in my dudio for months on end.  

After my dad died last month, getting back into the dudio was hard. But I knew I needed to make art again; my soul craved it. When I sat down to create this piece, I asked my dad for help. In my mind, like a prayer, I asked him to help me feel inspired again, to help my spark flicker bright enough to cut through the fog of grief. I sat in silence – listening, waiting, hoping. Rather than start working with a beautiful mess of papers and textures, I felt moved to pick up a paint brush.

As I painted those wildflowers, I could practically feel inspiration rising. I didn’t question myself, beat myself up for mistakes, wonder if anyone else would like it. I just painted, feeling much like I was outside my body, literally following my heart.

I couldn’t wait to do more. My friend Aimee said she was diving into Art Every Day Month, so I joined, too – hoping inspiration would stick with me through November. Oh, has it ever. Those stacks of blank canvases are dwindling, at long last. There are some days I have two or three paintings going at once. Some turn out awful – which used to bother me, but I now realize is part of the process. I learn something from every mistake. And others, like this one I completed last night, feel right on – like I’ve managed to imprint what’s in my heart onto the canvas.

I have sold three originals in the past week. I have four new greeting cards coming later this month {squeeeeal!}. I’m in a groove and it feels so good.

This is the way the best things in life come about, I suppose – finally moving forward, fear be damned. We are all artists with a blank canvas before us. We get to choose each day whether to listen to the doubtful, fearful voices in our head or the brave and beautiful whispers of our heart.

Liv Lane

Liv Lane

As an intuitive adviser, author & teacher, I help brave-hearted women illuminate their paths to purpose through powerful classes, individual readings, workshops and writings. This blog, started in 2006, chronicles my journey and offers light for yours. Thrilled you're here!
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