The journey of this moth painting has me on the edge of anticipation, wondering where its delicate wings will take me. The canvas is a dance of pearlescent blue ink, each stroke a whisper of possibilities. As I dip into this creation, I find myself rekindling with my art after a period of recovery post-surgery.
Working small and taking it easy is my mantra for now. The love for painting courses through my veins, but there's an undeniable exhaustion—both physical and mental. It's a conundrum we artists often face: why is it so darn challenging to honor our bodies and minds when they call for rest? The guilt of not being actively productive tugs at my creative conscience, yet I'm learning to embrace the quiet moments as essential to the artistic process...
Fast forward two weeks, and the moth painting has evolved into a realm of unexpected joy. The initial weariness has given way to a therapeutic rhythm. The first layer, kissed with blue pearlescent ink, peeks through the subsequent layers, creating a luminescent depth that's truly enchanting, especially when experienced in person.
The process has been a revelation—a testament to the symbiotic relationship between healing and creativity. It turns out, the moments of rest, the times of simply dreaming about the next stroke, are integral chapters in the artistic journey.
Here's to the beauty of beginnings, the courage to honor our well-being, and the magic that unfolds when creativity meets healing.
Creatively and gratefully yours,
Tracy
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