Art is a Dance
Art and the making of it is one of the true joys of my life. When I am lucky (and I make sure to make the luck) I get some time to myself in the studio and fall into the creative trance. Do you know what I am talking about? The sweet spot where color and form begin a magical dance that takes me back to my true self. Belly dancers coins jingle on my hips as the parrot dances upside down in her cage. She feels the wildness in me as my logical brain goes silent so that the primitive can come out. Time loses all concept as the dance of brush, pen and painter rumba across the paper. Another piece of paper joins the first, then a second and third. I hear hubby at the door and look at the time on the computer screen, into the room he comes, laughing at the paint on my face and ready to call for take out.
posted by The Joyful Artist @ 12:08 p.m.
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