Painting color drenched artworks of places and things I love
Back in the game. Something told me I need to return to the blog. Was it Mr. Resistance? The Muse? The Universe?
Does it matter? Probably doesn’t, but I’ve learned to listen to the wind and it’s whispers.
To welcome you back, as well as my brain, here’s an update from the Etsy shop that I’ve revived.
Take a peek at the two items I’ve added to the shop. More are coming in the days ahead.
Thanks for hanging in there while I figure it all out.
I don’t know how he does it, but that Mr. Steven Pressfield is one amazing, intuitive guy. Today I read a post on his blog dealing with Resistance yet again, and again, he hits home. I literally hit myself in the head with my hand as I read it.
Where does he get it all?
His post in Writing Wednesdays: Advance Forms of Resistance stopped me in my tracks because I already had an annoying morning of sorta disaster, like he describes in his post.
Tuesday is my day to study with Mr. Resistance. Did I do it? No. Did I post? No. I thought about it, but didn’t act. I did, however, do some work, thank goodness.
Hitting my stride, working out my kinks, feeling okay about the work that’s happening in the studio. I even listed some work in that Etsy shop I have. Yes I know I should be doing that right here, but I have to figure it out first, okay?
Some how I didn’t post yesterday, and today here’s Steven Pressfield, telling me that Resistance is becoming bad for his health! He banged his hand badly, cracked his skull, broke his toe, all as he was nearing the finish of his work.
Amazing thought: he says it’s Resistance! Yikes!
Surprisingly, I’ve been having that kind of stuff going on with me, but not as drastic. Yesterday inside my refrigerator it was snowing. Okay, had to fix that. This morning I knocked over my beloved fresh hot cup of coffee all over the tablecloth, the floor, and inside The Mr.’s shoes. Okay, clean that up. Just before sitting to write this post I put in a load of laundry, was distracted by some other thing and before I knew it the laundry cycle was finished and I didn’t add the clothes to the machine. Yup, it washed nothing.
Just great.
Thank you Mr. Resistance.
The world being what it is, with so many things going on in different directions, one’s attention can only hold on for so long.
However, Mr. Resistance has been kept at arm’s length lately. Something must be up with him. Either that, or, I’m getting better at side-stepping him. And, since I’ve showed up at the art space for whatever time I am able to spare, the Muse has bestowed her gracious gifts of creativity on me.
Synchronicity abounds the last couple of days.
A little painting here and there, on the latest work. Some thoughts as to the next work. I even listed some hand made jewelry items in my Etsy shop. May as well get them out there, too. Next up will be paintings that are sitting around having their own quiet conversations. Enough of that!
If I could figure out how to list these items here on my very own website, I’d do it. Since I’m still trying to figure out the dreaded WordPress thing, I’ll stick with the Etsy shop for the time being.
Like I said, it’s a new space. It takes time to decorate.
Some things have to be done as easily as possible. Once I hit that wall, Mr. Resistance will show up again. I am not interested in seeing his return. Nor do I want to risk losing my creative self by missing the Muse’s visit.
So, that’s that with that.