Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Day 30: A Day in the Studio

It's never the same, the painting process--
sitting before an easel or standing across
the room to scrutinize the stroke you've just
made. Some days, concentration's acute and
what they call the muse assists the process.
Everything's brilliant. Colors bright, composition
crisp. Other days you walk away feeling the
world's greatest dullness. It's slow going, hard
to get organized, worry nags, insisting
that really you're doing all this for naught.
Then a shift. Enlivened, stirred inside, almost
like the joy you feel as a sunset blooms. It's
then that you know you can do anything.
Creativity's fickle, the process never the same.

Chinese Dragon Over Mountain

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