Question: “... to somebody else’s map” vs “... to my own map.” I infer that the creativity and resulting self satisfaction of developing your own style precludes searching for a perfect class to teach this or that. A writer on Substack this morning, with a four year degree in art, joked about the great challenge of drawing hands “properly.” Feet probably fall in that same phenomenology. 🤔😊
"the creativity and resulting self satisfaction of developing your own style precludes searching for a perfect class to teach this or that"
Yes!
Painting/drawing is showing up for me as writing did.
Anytime "instruction" is involved in a creative pursuit, the hair stands up on my back.
How interesting!
That said, I'm perfectly happy to allow google maps to direct me places, to take yoga instruction from somebody who understand how bodies work. Even though I could become a yoga teacher... I have no interest. I think that would take the fun out of it for me.
To everything (and everyone?) there is a season?
I met a woman several moths ago who told me a story. She said when she was in college, she was sketching in public -- for fun. She said a vagabond guy who was recognizable because he hung around campus approached her and made comment on her efforts. He told her NOT to take art classes because then she'd have a lot of un-learning to do.
Very interesting. All you just shared. For me, part of your own process arises from awareness, humility but not fearing to put yourself and your ideas out there, and to thine own self be true.
Yes! That's it. I really enjoy the thrill of doing it my way... even if the results won't win any awards. I'm no fan of gatekeepers. I guess this is just another way that shows up for me.
A fab post indeed, LoveLetterist! From the painting, with the metallic curly cues to the message itself, I feel your joy! Your musical choice offers an exclamation point! 😉
Has the barometric pressure dropped suddenly? Tal and Nią are as asynchronous with the Studio’s energy as I can ever remember before. Cal to the rescue. The others now? Napping? Toasting marshmallows in the fireplace? 🤭
Phillipa Soo was never on my radar. She is now! Gobsmacked I am!
I’ve read Biblical references about God knowing the number of hairs on our heads. (If I am in my shedding phase as part of my life course, does he use an abacus or something more akin to “Watson.” IBM) Saint Augustine’s remark seems to suggest that some of our unique makeup - our feeling, the movement of our heart - are uncountable.
Fading color hues to infinite movements of our hearts. Such an inspiring post!
A note from LoveLetterist:
Last Friday I joined an online painting class
and
closed the connection
in the first 10 minutes.
I guess
my heart
is unwilling to give up
the
adventure of painting
to somebody
else's
map.
Question: “... to somebody else’s map” vs “... to my own map.” I infer that the creativity and resulting self satisfaction of developing your own style precludes searching for a perfect class to teach this or that. A writer on Substack this morning, with a four year degree in art, joked about the great challenge of drawing hands “properly.” Feet probably fall in that same phenomenology. 🤔😊
"the creativity and resulting self satisfaction of developing your own style precludes searching for a perfect class to teach this or that"
Yes!
Painting/drawing is showing up for me as writing did.
Anytime "instruction" is involved in a creative pursuit, the hair stands up on my back.
How interesting!
That said, I'm perfectly happy to allow google maps to direct me places, to take yoga instruction from somebody who understand how bodies work. Even though I could become a yoga teacher... I have no interest. I think that would take the fun out of it for me.
To everything (and everyone?) there is a season?
I met a woman several moths ago who told me a story. She said when she was in college, she was sketching in public -- for fun. She said a vagabond guy who was recognizable because he hung around campus approached her and made comment on her efforts. He told her NOT to take art classes because then she'd have a lot of un-learning to do.
Interesting?
Very interesting. All you just shared. For me, part of your own process arises from awareness, humility but not fearing to put yourself and your ideas out there, and to thine own self be true.
I love this, Gail. It sounds like your map is the process of discovery more than a predetermined destination.
Yes! That's it. I really enjoy the thrill of doing it my way... even if the results won't win any awards. I'm no fan of gatekeepers. I guess this is just another way that shows up for me.
A fab post indeed, LoveLetterist! From the painting, with the metallic curly cues to the message itself, I feel your joy! Your musical choice offers an exclamation point! 😉
Has the barometric pressure dropped suddenly? Tal and Nią are as asynchronous with the Studio’s energy as I can ever remember before. Cal to the rescue. The others now? Napping? Toasting marshmallows in the fireplace? 🤭
Phillipa Soo was never on my radar. She is now! Gobsmacked I am!
I’ve read Biblical references about God knowing the number of hairs on our heads. (If I am in my shedding phase as part of my life course, does he use an abacus or something more akin to “Watson.” IBM) Saint Augustine’s remark seems to suggest that some of our unique makeup - our feeling, the movement of our heart - are uncountable.
Fading color hues to infinite movements of our hearts. Such an inspiring post!
Gobsmacked by your comment!
thank you
Nia in particular likes hearing that our aim is on track.