Happier days are indeed here!
The challenge is cleaning up the mess that’s left behind from days past. The actual mess that exists in my home from the days that clear thought and any hope of organization were impossible. The multitude of things left undone because I simply couldn’t deal with any of it. And, worst of all, the guilt and self-recrimination. The constant little (but loud) voice in my head that keeps saying “What’s wrong with you. You are the worst housekeeper ever. Why can’t you keep up with things? Everyone else can!”
I’m trying to replace the voice with a more positive message. It’s hard. And I wonder where the negative messages originated. Are they literal messages from my childhood? Am I repeating something that I’ve heard before? Are they actually my thoughts? In any case, why is it so hard to be nice to myself?
But, enough of the negative.
Art work has been made – remember the little canvases?
I placed them in a old drawer that I find at a vintage (junk) store. I wish I could take a better photo because the canvases are very textural and “damaged”. I didn’t really plan this one out. Just stared at it a lot and rearranged them…and painted on them some more. Then last night I started looking at some paper from my stash and decided on houses again. Then when I was putting everything up for the night…I saw the drawer and it was a done deal. I like the simplicity of the design and the calming colors. I like the neatness in the drawer. Everything all tidy and peaceful.
Hmmmm. Art imitating what I’d like for my life. Peaceful, tidy, calm, simple? I love the way my art can speak more clearly what’s in my head. How it can become the truth that I am seeking. How my art can answer questions and clear away the confusion that I am feeling. Maybe I need to be making more art.