On January 13, 2009, I was just beginning to paint and wrote these words in my personal journal...
As the light hits the way, clarity shows thru
and the dust particles float up and away.
Today truth revealed hidden lies
and now I know the way to go.
I think I'll hide my beginnings
so no opinion will crush their creative flare.
I will work in a non-judgmental state
and accept my immaturity as fragile
and precious and free.
The voices that criticize
and the opinions that pretend to know best
are not welcome here
in my moment.
This time is a gift
and this space will become a secret garden,
a place for me to be
in which no other may enter without invite.
My gift to myself,
O patient soul,
here is today!
Now express and explore
all that is within you.
begin with this thought...
"Put a little paint in the corner"...and so I do.
The brushes, the paint, the water and surface agree
and I hum or sing or chant a word and begin to move
my hand, not knowing what it will be.
Each one is a mystery unfolding before me.
Symbols, messages, bright colors.
I really like some of my paintings
and some I don't,
but I keep them because they are real.
Whether beautiful or ugly, they are gifts.
Many have names, few have prices.
Some have moved out, still more are in hiding.