Gestation of Art
Every once in a while, I get this feeling. It starts down at the base of my spine and pushes up and out until I can’t think about anything else. It’s never specific, never clear, but I know that unless I create something I am going to explode. It’s like my body has a vision, or maybe a need. There is something beautiful my hands have to make. There’s a shadow of it in my mind, a good starting place. When this happens to me, the end result is never anything like that newborn shadow idea, but it never matters. It’s not the creation my body wants, it’s the process of creating. Van Gogh said, “I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.” Nothing about this is conscious, and it doesn’t have to be. I just have to feel. Breathe. And create.
I get that too, Karli.
Comment by Skye — January 15, 2007 @ January 15, 2007 at 12:02 pm
I cannot wait to see what your soul causes you to create!!!!!!
Comment by Queen Beth — January 15, 2007 @ January 15, 2007 at 1:21 pm
amen sister!
Comment by Mim — January 15, 2007 @ January 15, 2007 at 8:23 pm
Do it! I know that feeling. I’m at my happiest when I’m stuck into making or painting something. All is right with the world, even if the washing-up needs doing. I hope your ankle doesn’t stop you from creating things.
Comment by Antonia — January 16, 2007 @ January 16, 2007 at 7:10 am
I know that feeling too. Never something specific, only a deepset need. Nothing to do but try and create something, otherwise it starts nagging you, then bogging you down, taking all your energy until you obey that need.
Comment by Marc André — January 17, 2007 @ January 17, 2007 at 7:56 am
i don’t paint, but i do share that feeling about sewing.
Comment by Karen — January 17, 2007 @ January 17, 2007 at 1:23 pm