The Other Day was an "Off" Day, but It was Still Good.

I had a moment the other day last week.

My energy was off.

So I leaned into it, took the day off, and enjoyed a glass of chardonnay, a cigar, accompanied by my notebook.

It was hot outside, but not enough to keep me away.

I needed a break, badly.

And I’m glad I honored my need.

I wrote down some thoughts—none that were exemplary. But having them written, met the prescription.

Art doesn’t require to be good, or great.

It just requires to be released and set free…no longer housed within my body or psyche.

Channeled, released into an object to be seen separate from myself— objectified with a new perspective far enough where it no longer belongs to me, however close enough to learn from it.

Or not.

Maybe solely to appreciate it for whatever, “it” may be.

Taking the time to journal, to sit outside and do things that are not directly related to my studio practice has been paramount for me lately.

Writing is a different way for me to “be” with myself.

To express myself and deal with the emotions at hand.

Life has been dominant. Art has been slow and steady, but hidden from the public. I’ve been working but now, without a need to prove myself.

I’ve been going at my own pace, while still honoring my need to express myself, even if it’s not necessarily through painting.

This blog has brought me back to writing again, which was something I’ve done before I discovered painting.

This practice has been really nice in keeping my antenna alert for inspiration and ideas, while also releasing emotion that has been building for a while now.

Over the years, I’ve learned that this is a good thing. To lean into the combustion, and allow it—-opposed to attempting to suppress it further.

The other day was an “off” day, but it was still good.