Unable to move forward lately, I decided to just sit at my desk and easel and think.
How hard could it be to beat Resistance, I thought to myself as I sat in the studio.
It’s been very difficult. Life is going to happen, no matter what. Other people go to a job every day. My job is to paint, so why don’t I do it, everyday like working people? If I was my boss, I’d have fired me by now.
Meanwhile, I was sitting at the desk looking at my brushes, paints, and papers strewn about. I thought about all the things I haven’t been doing, and then I went over all the work I have already finished, trying to turn negative into positive.
The quiet in the space was very satisfying. I looked at my stuff and daydreamed a little. The last painting I was working on sat on the easel unfinished nearby and I just noticed it there.
Then I leafed through a pastel pad I’ve used and found a couple of drawings in conte crayon in it.
Nice drawings, I thought.
A few moments passed when I found myself filling a small cup with water and adding color to the watercolor painting I haven’t touched for a couple of months. Before I could really grasp what I was doing, I finished the work and signed it.
Maybe that’s how work has to happen for the time being?