Just Butterflies

As I was writing the Morning Pages in my backyard garden, trying to figure out why inspiration has been fleeting this summer, I noticed a lot of things flying around. Hoping they weren’t some scary buzzing things, I sneaked a peek at the shadows.
What do you think? More than six butterflies were fluttering around my garden and on the butterfly bush. Yes, I guess the name of the flowering thing fits. They were all over it.
I grabbed my camera, and tried to get close not to disturb them, so I could take some shots. It was hard to show just how many of them there were between the foliage and the sunlight. 

It was early in the morning, my favorite time of day. Quiet, with the sun sending out it’s rays and warming the air, glistening the moisture on the flowers. 
No kids yelling, no lawn mowers, no construction guys, garbage men. Just butterflies. 
Perfect.

Finished by Friday

After I read The Artist’s Way a while back I knew I was on to something when the author, Julia Cameron, wrote that artists need quiet. Now maybe that statement isn’t as true for some as it is for others. I am one of the others. I need my quiet. Sorry, I don’t even want to hear the radio. My brain has enough noise.
Right now is the calm before the action begins. I’ll take it. I like calm, quiet, nothingness. That’s probably not even a word, but it feels good to say it. 
During one of the latest online classes I just took, it was suggested we ditch the paper to-do list for an electronic one. I’ve been using the Notes feature on my iPod Touch thingy and it’s been fun. 
“Paint today” is #1 on my every day list, every day, and paint today I did. Process is key.
I found myself thinking about finishing the last work before falling asleep. It is so weird, but it’s been happening more often lately. It’s finished, and it’s a good thing.
Carrot ©2012 Dora Sislian Themelis
9×12 Watercolor, Arches cold press 140lb
Stopping before trashing it was also key. What’s with that? At a certain point I had to stop working on this. I guess when I feel the frustration coming, my insides get crazy and I know I’m done. It worked itself out, is all I have to say.
Yes, there are areas I could have worked differently. I don’t care, it’s over. 

Back to Twyla

Solitude ©2009 Dora Sislian Themelis

There hasn’t been much time for reading lately. Painting during the day when I can, and knitting at night takes up my time. I really enjoy reading a good book, too. (And a “real” book at that!)

The Creative Habit, by Twyla Tharp is a quick read though, and I’d prefer to take my time with it to savor her thoughts of making one’s art a habit. I have read ahead almost to the end, but I haven’t taken notes. When I read The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron, I took plenty of notes, did the exercises and tried to be a good student. This time around I’m not being quite as good. I’m just reading.

However, I am taking away some very helpful points and ideas. There are things I already know about myself that Tharp discusses in her book, one idea is to build up a tolerance for solitude. Well, I’ve got that one down well. I know I need it and can do it very well, thanks.

I can imagine that there are some people to whom quietness and solitude could not be a good thing. Not for a long stretch anyway.

Tharp says: “Some people are autophobic. They’re afraid to be alone. The thought of going into a room to work all by themselves pains them in a way that is, at first, paralyzing within the room, and then keeps them from entering the room altogether. It’s not the solitude that slays a creative person. It’s all that solitude without a purpose. You’re alone, you’re suffering, and you don’t have a good reason for putting yourself through that misery…you need a goal.”

It’s impossible to me to be miserable in a room all by myself. No suffering here. I’m a person who enjoys my own company. I have many things around me that keep me busy and give me inspiration. My goal is the solitude itself within which I can then create.

Some people, for the life of them, cannot be alone for any stretch of time. There is no goal. They are lonely and sick without interaction with other individuals.

“Alone is a fact, a condition where no one else is around. Lonely is how you feel about that.”