Working Past Resistance and Something to Show for the Effort

The amazing thing about studying getting past Resistance is how it really works.

Yes, I will raise my hand here, I have been slacking on my work. I was on a roll, and now I’m at the point where something has to happen or I am so firing myself. This is no way to run a business.

Subscribing to Steven Pressfield’s newsletters have been a great resource as well as his books. The other day I picked up Do The Work and read a passage that smacked me across the face, hard. It said to read some statements about what we want to do our art, and if we chose one of the lame statements we should just stop right then and throw his book in the garbage.

Wow. But you know what? That’s the thing that made me paint something. Anything. Just do the lousy work already! Process, something great can come of  just the process.

Working with watercolors with Marabu pan paints
Working with watercolors with Marabu pan paints

At my desk looking at an old set of pan watercolors in a tin box my Pop gave me years ago, I thought I’d just try them out. Just a small Arches pad of paper would be enough for a sketch in paint, I figured. I never thought I’d love these old Marabu watercolor paints, but the colors were surprisingly vibrant. By the time I decided I’d done enough I ended up loving my “job.” The paint just flowed on the Arches paper, nice mixtures of colors mingled together within pleasing shapes. All in all, a nice, satisfying effort for the day’s work. Yeah, well, let’s say a half hour’s worth. Sometimes, if I’m in it, that’s all I need.

 

RedPeppers
Red Peppers ©2014 Dora Sislian Themelis 7×10 Watercolor, Arches paper

Could it be that reading the butt kicking work about dodging Resistance helped? I think so.

Now, get to work!

Pay Attention to the Potatoes, says Steven Pressfield

My hero in Resistance awareness, Mr. Steven Pressfield, has hit another nail on the head with his latest newsletter post How I Get Ideas. I am grateful to the Universe for directing my attention to this person who understands the Resistance phenomenon so well.

Grateful may not even be the best word to describe how Mr. Pressfield clears away the cobwebs, but it’s the only word I can think of right now.

Sketch of Bethesda fountain in Central Park, NY, 8x10 Conte crayon on pastel paper
Sketch of Bethesda fountain in Central Park, NY, 8×10 Conte crayon on pastel paper

In his post Pressfield lists 10 “observations” on how he gets ideas for his creative work. You really need to read the whole post yourself, but his process sounded just like my own.

“1. Ideas seem to come by themselves, unbidden.”

Really, where do ideas come from? For me, and for Steve apparently, ideas pop into my head at the weirdest times and places. I could be no place special, but see shapes and colors that I’m intrigued by.The paintings come together in my head before I ever get to the easel.

Many of those times the painting is junk, but the process works anyway, when it happens at all.

When Steven says after a good idea appears, Resistance is following right behind ready to dismiss it as worthless, I know that all too well.

Me and Mr. Resistance? Best of friends right now.

Pressfield tells of a time he was at a farm watching farm kids sort through potatoes flying by on a conveyor belt, sorting the good ones from the bad. Ideas are like that, he says, coming in all day, flying by, but we have to recognize the good ones quick enough to hold onto. Noticing that great idea, the next painting, is my job.

“10. Pay attention to the potatoes.”

“Here we are, you and I, standing beside that conveyor belt in the underground bunker in Idaho. Thousands of potatoes are rolling past us every hour. Some of ‘em are stone beauties. Snatch that spud. Grab it like the brass ring—and hang on for dear life.” Steven Pressfield

 

 

In the Studio to Think, Maybe Paint

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.

Conte crayon sketch of the Elgin Marbles bas relief
Conte crayon sketch of the Elgin Marbles bas relief

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.

Sunny Sunflower ©2014Dora Sislian Themelis, 18x24 Watercolor, Arches paper
Sunny Sunflower ©2014Dora Sislian Themelis, 18×24 Watercolor, Arches paper

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.

Done!

Maybe that’s how work has to happen for the time being?

Spathiphyllium? I’m Good, Thanks!

When Mr. Resistance comes to visit he decides to stay way past his welcome, as I’ve mentioned to you so many times before. Feeling the need for a breakthrough some how, I decided to go on a quick Artist’s Date. Well, it was a good idea, but it didn’t happen the way I was expecting it to.

Quick, yes. Satisfying? Yes, and not really.

A free day ahead, with The Princess in tow, I thought we could visit Planting Fields Arboretum in Oyster Bay. It’s kind of nearby so I thought it might be a nice jaunt for us both. The camellias are in bloom in the hot house, among other flowers and plants there.

The idea was for us to see some color, smell the aroma of the flowers, and feel a little warmth in this miserable winter in New York. Maybe I would get to take a few photos for painting direction. Maybe a little motivation. Something to pick up my mood and kick out Mr. Resistance.

Spathiphyllium

By the time I decided to get ourselves out the door and on our way the morning was passing into lunchtime territory. Hey, I’m a morning person and I like to be out and back by lunch, or at least early afternoon. Besides, The Princess needs her nap. So, I scrapped the arboretum idea and went to Hick’s, a large nursery closer to home.

A quick drive and we were in a tropical paradise of flowers, plants, green of all kind. Lovely.

We looked at everything they had to offer. The Princess enjoyed some interaction with Coco the parrot in his cage. He whistled to us “YooHoo.”

Did I take any photos? No, I forgot! But we made a purchase of this lovely spathiphyllium. I was hoping it’d be good as an air purifier in my studio, but I think it’s needs are more suited to brighter light than is available there.

I know the feeling.

 

Resistance is the Devil?

The Dark Apple Hides Shells ©2012 Dora Sislian Themelis, Watercolor, Arches paper
The Dark Apple Hides Shells ©2012 Dora Sislian Themelis, Watercolor, Arches paper

There comes a time when working at the easel becomes a chore, rather than a comfortable experience. Maybe that’s what happens when you turn pro?

Oh, so now it’s a job? Well honey, it is most definitely a job! A happy, fun, exciting job when it all works the way it should.

For a good long while I was whistling my happy tune, sort of, and painting away comfortably. Every day the Muse came by to drop some really good ideas right into my head. Mr. Resistance was nearby, but he was busy doing his own thing, thankfully leaving me well enough alone.

Lately he’s been pestering me to do other things instead of visit the easel. Sure, he says in my ear, painting can wait. Go read another email, check the internet one more time, do some laundry while you’re at it.

Mr. Resistance is the devil. And now I have proof! Wonderful Mr. Steven Pressfield says it, so it has to be the truth. I trust that guy 100%.

His newsletter whooshed into my inbox one day and his words just smacked me upside my head! Bam! Where would I be without him? In the gutter I tell you, with my paints and brushes!

It’s title alone hit me, How Resistance Proves the Existence of God. Hallelujah! He was writing about a pianist who wasn’t playing the piano, doing everything but, and deeply feeling the pain of not being a concert pianist. Pressfield explained in the newsletter that this was the definition of Resistance, that this man was “operating as an amateur.”

Suddenly, he goes on, something snaps in this man’s head, and he does absolutely nothing else BUT practice piano, losing himself in it and every other thing he had in his life besides, like a crazy person. Pressfield says that this proves there is a God.

First given: Resistance is a universal phenomenon of the human psyche.
Second given: Resistance’s sole object is to prevent you and me from becoming concert pianists, writing bestselling novels, founding the follow-on to
Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity.

In other words, Resistance’s purpose is to prevent good from entering the world.
Ergo: Resistance is the devil. Ergo: If there is a devil, there must be a God.

I read this and it took my breath away. Not only is Mr. Resistance the bane of my own existence, he’s the devil besides! OMG!

What a light bulb moment as I read, and re-read Steven Pressfield’s newsletter. I knew it wasn’t so easy to shake off Resistance. This knowledge is powerful stuff.

My thought process on this has certainly changed with this information. I’ll be doubly watchful as I go about my work from now on.

Another New York Snow Storm

 

The neighbor's pine tree branches sitting on my beloved lavender azalea bushes
The neighbor’s pine tree branches sitting on my beloved lavender azalea bushes

This winter has been a tough one, with storm after storm. Here in New York we are expected to have one storm each week in February. The latest snow storm brought down the branches of my neighbor’s huge pine tree, right on top of my beloved lavender azaleas.

As I tried to saw the bushes free the blade became stuck by the weight of the heavy branches. I’ll be crushed if this keeps them from blooming in the spring.

Snow storms can be lovely things. Forget about the cold winds, the treacherous roads and dangerous conditions. Being comfortable inside a warm home, watching the weather through the windows, it can be quite beautiful.

And, it’s an excuse Mr. Resistance enjoys immensely!

Yes, Resistance can take the form of a snow storm in full swing. It’s cold and nasty outside, who feels like working?

Hah! Not me!

I am in need of some serious heat and humidity about now.

Don’t laugh, hot weather makes me work better!

Mr. Resistance Overstays His Welcome Yet Again

The newest watercolor painting is waiting to be finished
The newest watercolor painting is waiting to be finished

Mr. Resistance has been overstaying his not-so-welcome welcome. Work is just not getting done. This painting has been hanging around so long. I just can’t get to finish it.

And, as I have learned, catching cold after cold, (or is it allergy attacks?), it is due to Mr. Resistance. Let me be honest in saying I’ve been letting him get his way.

I’m not happy about it and the Muse is not happy with me either.

Which leads me to believe I must be coming close to an important break through in my painting. Man, I just can’t get back to work for anything!

Here’s what I think: Lately I’ve been dreaming about painting in oils again to work larger than I’ve been recently, and how it would be cool to have a gallery/studio space outside of my home. Of these ideas, renting a space is the most costly and may be out of the question for now, unless I can find some other like minded artists to chip in. It’s just an idea. What do I know about gallery stuff anyway? Nothing.

Apparently, deep down inside, the inner artist-child must be scared to death of these ideas because everything is happening so that nothing happens.

Does that make sense?

 

 

Something New in the New Year

In the Mirror ©1978 Dora Sislian Themelis Oil on Canvas
In the Mirror ©1978 Dora Sislian Themelis Oil on Canvas

Yes, it’s all lovely, the new year and all. That said, I am making hay with it.

Starting the new year right, everyone around me has taken ill with some form of cold or another, even myself.

Honestly, my own upper respiratory illness was so strange the way it came on and hung around, I was sure it was Resistance!

Yes, Mr. Resistance, in the form of a cold so I didn’t have to do my work. Imagine!

Next time, I’ll keep my ideas to myself, rather than blab them all over the internet. I’ll just surprise everyone, that’s all.

Meanwhile, I happened to be floating around Facebook when I came across a blurb about “selfies” and how artists have been doing self-portraits for hundreds of years. The “selfie” is and isn’t like self-portraits. It’s more whimsical, I think, but it had me thinking of all the times in the past when I wanted to paint a subject and the only thing around was me.

I uploaded this oil on canvas I painted of myself while still in art school. I had already painted some other thing, and rather than throw out perfectly good canvas, I painted my likeness right over the old work. I didn’t even bother to gesso over the work, just went ahead and sketched right on top of the colors.

And those curves on the corners? Well I liked to use this old round mirror my parents had in their house to paint myself, and I decided I like the curves so much I added them into my work.

Why not add some little excitement, right?

Might be a good thing in the new year. What do you think?

Have a Merry Christmas

Christmas ©Dora Sislian Themelis
Christmas ©Dora Sislian Themelis

It’s been crazy with all the things that go into making a holiday happen around here. We are down to the wire.

Painting? Not happening. Knitting? Lots of knitting finally done.

Allow me one moment to thank each and every one of you who have dropped in on this blog to visit, and some to comment. All of it is much appreciated. It’s nice to know there are individuals out in the world who have an interest in the yapping that goes on here on the internet. I am privileged to be able to show you my work, my process, and you put up with my never ending battle with Mr. Resistance.

May the Christmas season be a happy one, and may the new year bring you joy and good health.

Thank you for visiting.

See you on the flip side!