This was my very first watercolor as an adult.
I had always wanted to draw and paint. My penmanship was nearly perfect (that’s what they told me in grade school), and my fingers could dazzle the keys of a piano, but my ability to draw, sketch and paint was elementary. For years, due to numerous forms of fear, I had ignored a creative intelligence from within. A recurring heart-beat to try watercolors.
In 2005, I found courage in the presence of another person (a community of creative intelligence, yes, two people). Exquisite Jane. A "classic" from my turntable of college friends. A friendship that has opened like a fine wine with aroma and bouquet over two decades.
On the Upper East Side of Manhattan, in her decadent studio, she unpacked cold pressed Italian paper, paints, and pens. She invited me to participate. I simply decided to surrender. (Thank God!) I borrowed courage from Jane, trusted her directions, tapped into my voice, found comfort in the simple, and remained as present and mindful as I could. Timid broad strokes funneled from my heart onto that small piece of expensive paper. I was on vacation from Salt Lake City without my boyfriend Jake, and decided to paint him a gift. My love for NYC, HBO's Sex & The City, Jane, and Jake, came together in a perfect storm of creative intelligence.
Our minds often exaggerate the unpleasant emotions we feel in expressing the creative intelligence we hope to learn. A mindful approach divorces judgement, criticism, or attachment, and becomes friendly, even flirtatious, with your fear. Be willing to receive the benefits of your creativity and accept that you have very little control of it.
With repeated rhythmic contractions your creative intelligence will expand and open up.
This is my most current watercolor. It's a creative (and spiritual) project I'm working on. And I've made the courageous (or crazy) decision to give you access to my process here at the SKLOG. Oh, and guess what? A special artist is going to make an appearance and coach me along this creative endeavor. You can bet I'll be throwing some tantrums. You won't want to miss it!