Day 4

I am actually losing count already... I think I have the right to divide my year into days as I feel them; as they are to me, in my experience. Some days have weeks in them and some only last for an hour..perhaps less. My days of creativity are dictated by this freedom of time as we know it. Which is exactly why it is so difficult to decide on one project to last 100 calendar days. How? How can you be in the same space for that long, or is the shift and change what is demanded of the project? I'm struggling to set my own parameters; to follow some kind of discipline. Is Art discipline? Does it matter?
I have too many questions today, which is why it took me a while to spurt out a quick morning poem. Perhaps later I might be able to go deeper...
But today is a day for painting. I am hoping to spend a few hours outside, both gardening and painting as the feeling takes me. Respect the moment. In each day, respect the moment. When you feel that pull towards any form of creativity, perhaps that is the moment that requires commitment and obeisance. I know, work, motherhood, household chores,  it all wants our time. But art is the expression of more than a mind, and far beyond time. Even if you are just thinking, dreaming, plotting, planning, if art is on your mind, you are creating.

Whether you plant a seed or take a cutting, the end result is the same: a plant will grow. I've been worrying about parameters, when everything inside of me is pushing up through heavy ground to sprout just one leaf to feed me light. As artists we need to take in the light whenever, however and wherever we can find it.

So, to share just one part of my process, here's some fridge poetry for today:

celestial fragment
delirious space
reveal illusion
this secret face
sacred promise
dancing lace
heaven inspire
tryst embrace
naked chasm
room for memories
hand your voice
her wise self
open.