Rise Above
Art depletes me. Every painting is a bit of giving myself away, so that when I return to myself no one is home.
How can I replenish the freshness, the energy, the inspiration, the new imagery of creation?
Art is not making tuna fish sandwiches — doling out the bread and slathering on the same mayonnaise you have had since childhood with cheap fish stuffed into a can.
Each piece of work has a life of its own, and as a life has an entitlement to dignity and value and nurturing and the actualization of its potential. Therefore, no assembly line of sandwiches eaten robotically and promptly forgotten, but rather, a personality born into its own new and unique state. A state which will morph with time and experience.
So the artist is responsible for the delivery on this. Ethics. Motivation. Integrity of product as well as production.
But how does one keep this energy flowing new and fresh? The more one gives it away, the less of it there is to draw upon for the next round.
And there are competing factors. Resentments, righteous anger, fears, the need to exert control, all rise to the surface so quickly and demand my mind space and heart space I don’t know in which direction to shuttle my passion. Anger and fear and control will gobble up passion and creativity faster than a hot fire eats up cardboard.
My answer: Rise Above. Instead of trying to fix everything, just take a lesson from the hawk outside my work window and rise above.
I spend time with my hawk. I spend time making a big pot of soup that will nourish me through the weekend, and I sit and sip the broth and watch the hawk. Gliding forever on just a puff of his wingspan.
He doesn’t seem to tire, he just makes use of his aerodynamics and circles and glides weightless in a seamless ballet against the backdrop of an old growth pine.
With his rising I send away my resentments and controls. What a burden relieved!
And so I don’t get too carried away, soup has grounding power. The pepper in the hot buttery broth with crispy vegetables and a surge of garlic.
And no, I am not micromanaging fat content, calorie count or portions. I am creating the soup to have a life of its own and allowing it to keep my body and mind company as I recharge the creative process, and rise above that which would stall me in mid-air.
Here is the soup recipe I am making today:
1. A big pot, half filled with bottled spring water (no metallic taste).
2. Bring to boil and add one half cube butter, a small brick of grated Monterey Jack Cheese, and a package of cream cheese.
3. Stir until all ingredients are melted. Add a significant dollop of milk.
4. Chop one clump of green onion and add.
5. Add pepper and garlic to taste.
6. Slice and add white mushrooms, Portobello mushrooms, and one or two shiitake mushrooms.
7. Add a half a red pepper, in thick slices, and
8. one small can of water chestnuts.
9. Let sit for half a day and then stir and enjoy, one bowl at a time, directly from the pot in the fridge.
Sit and watch the birds fly. Rise above the feelings that make you smaller. Invite creative thought to take its place.
Heidi
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