Hope!! Those Sunday Mornings

I don't know if it's because of the changing low-cal of tumble or only because I got a total 8+ hours of sleep, but there's something magical inward waking on a Dominicus morn — java loving cup inward manus — as well as beingness completely inspired to brand art.

Do I pigment amongst watercolors, or possibly acrylics, or exercise I exercise some ink drawings? I larn dorsum as well as forth, deciding on my tools as well as my medium — my means of carry to larn whatever creative magic from within my being, out — as well as into the world.

It's my raw drive, my spiritual force into the universe. At least, that's what it feels like.

Nothing else volition do. I tin larn downtown on Dominicus morn as well as walk around our charming footling farmer's marketplace as well as selection upwards an amazing pastry or possibly some apples or locally harvested honey—but my hear is similar the transcendental silver string that connects me to—and never leaves—my house where I exercise art.

I desire to guide the brushes, the colors, I intend virtually watercolor icon as well as I imagine the movement, the menstruation as well as spread of color inward the water, the bloom, the transparency, the drying, the contemplation of the side past times side layer.

Without whatever formal training, thoughts of rules—and fright of non next them—try to force into my mind. I force them away.

I desire to exercise something new, to force it out from within myself - I know that it's there, I tin experience it all the time. I intend virtually how I tin larn it out of me as well as into the world. But fifty-fifty that's non actually plenty for me. I desire to brand something beautiful. I try.

It doesn't convey to hold out fantastic or amazing — it entirely has to be.