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Movement.
Or should I say “Movement!”? The period feels too stagnant, it requires, deserves, an exclamation point.

Movement is what keeps us going, keeps us alive. I have spent countless hours thinking about my art, how it is constantly changing at this point in my life, how much it is “moving”. I have been trying to identify my niche. What identifies my art? What carries as a consistent thread through all of my work? What do people like the most? Is it flowers? Maybe. Landscapes? Could be. I have not been able to put my finger on it.

I changed my thought process. I turned inward, and outward. What do I ENJOY painting the most? Flowers? Landscapes? Still Lifes? All of the above. I thought more inward. What brushstrokes do I enjoy making the most? Movement. The blowing of clouds, the rippling of water, the curl and growth of a flower petal. I love the organic lines and strokes of movement. Even more so contrasted again the occasional hard line. It is magnificent, mesmerizing.

I posted some recent work on social media for feedback, and there it was right in front of me. “It just bursts with movement”, “I love the perceived movement among the flowers”, “I can practically feel the wind moving the flowers”. Movement.

I woke up so excited this morning, and the first thing I said to my husband was “Movement!”, and I excitedly explained and showed him. He saw it too.

I have been practicing yoga for a while now, and it has brought a whole new sense of peace to my days. I am not a workout nut, I don’t like harsh, jolting, exhausting workouts that leave my joints aching. I do love the movement and flow of yoga. I love that it is calming, yet strengthening. I feel like my brushstrokes move like transitioning from a high lunge to warrior 2 and to reverse warrior. I mimic those movements across my canvas or paper, and it brings me joy.

Focus and niche I think are the hardest concepts for an artist. I am on my journey, and my path is starting to form a little more everyday. This morning in my excitement, I re-worked this painting a bit. It felt stiff and stagnant, and I was not happy with it. I had fun, I abandoned what my thinking brain was telling me and just enjoyed the brushstrokes, the color and and light.

Description
Movement.
Or should I say “Movement!”? The period feels too stagnant, it requires, deserves, an exclamation point.

Movement is what keeps us going, keeps us alive. I have spent countless hours thinking about my art, how it is constantly changing at this point in my life, how much it is “moving”. I have been trying to identify my niche. What identifies my art? What carries as a consistent thread through all of my work? What do people like the most? Is it flowers? Maybe. Landscapes? Could be. I have not been able to put my finger on it.

I changed my thought process. I turned inward, and outward. What do I ENJOY painting the most? Flowers? Landscapes? Still Lifes? All of the above. I thought more inward. What brushstrokes do I enjoy making the most? Movement. The blowing of clouds, the rippling of water, the curl and growth of a flower petal. I love the organic lines and strokes of movement. Even more so contrasted again the occasional hard line. It is magnificent, mesmerizing.

I posted some recent work on social media for feedback, and there it was right in front of me. “It just bursts with movement”, “I love the perceived movement among the flowers”, “I can practically feel the wind moving the flowers”. Movement.

I woke up so excited this morning, and the first thing I said to my husband was “Movement!”, and I excitedly explained and showed him. He saw it too.

I have been practicing yoga for a while now, and it has brought a whole new sense of peace to my days. I am not a workout nut, I don’t like harsh, jolting, exhausting workouts that leave my joints aching. I do love the movement and flow of yoga. I love that it is calming, yet strengthening. I feel like my brushstrokes move like transitioning from a high lunge to warrior 2 and to reverse warrior. I mimic those movements across my canvas or paper, and it brings me joy.

Focus and niche I think are the hardest concepts for an artist. I am on my journey, and my path is starting to form a little more everyday. This morning in my excitement, I re-worked this painting a bit. It felt stiff and stagnant, and I was not happy with it. I had fun, I abandoned what my thinking brain was telling me and just enjoyed the brushstrokes, the color and and light.