When I am not doing my art, which is most of the time, I think of it as important but optional, one of several things I have to schedule, subservient to work and family for sure.
When I am doing my art, I think I am saving my very life.
There is an exquisite wrangling of chaos.
The pleasure is so palpable. It’s healing war wounds. I am a superhero.
If only I can bring this power to my everyday life.
All I need is a little grace and verve.
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“When I am doing my art, I think I am saving my very life.” Amen.
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So happy to hear this resonates! Thank you Linda.
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I have been a pianist since I was four – that’s my art form. When I begin to play, I am one person; when I finish, I am someone else – for a while at least.
Wondering if that resonates for you….
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That’s so beautiful. Yes! It resonates. The person who finally mananges to sit down and start is fearful, weary, hopeful, needy, uncertain, a very small hungry mammal skittering around. The person who finishes is every so briefly a god, not perfect but flying on angel wings. A glimpse of heaven that restores the soul.
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Yes! That is spot-on, exactly right! You’ve been there too – you totally get it.
And I have never heard anyone capture that feeling in words better than you just did.
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I’m not sure why this particular topic makes me so poetic. It might be a bit over the top. But that’s the very thing that fuels the compulsion.
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May grace and verve come to you
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Thank you! It did last night but gone in the morning. I hope it returns today.
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The muse is fickle
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