A process

The creative process is such an interesting one, certainly not a linear one…
Layers after layers, things keep appearing…

And disappearing.

With finally a sense of direction (after so many despairing moments). I sort of knew where it was going, without knowing at all!

As I’m trying to describe this process for this post, I find it difficult to put in sentence a five-week exercise of acrylic painting. Words aren’t the best option to describe the emotions in relation to creative expression.

Certainly my soul understood!

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Check the compass

In doubt, in fear, in the darkness, alone or among the entire world, with a multitude of questions. or direction. I will always go back to this magnificent book that is Letters to a Young Poet from Rainer Maria Rilke. It works like a compass for me.

from brainpickings.org

If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

But recently I found another compass in the book of Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things, advice on life and love from someone who’s been there.

 

from Goodreads.com

This book is a gem, right! so clearly, I can’t pick A quote… so here, a few…

The story of human intimacy is one of constantly allowing ourselves to see those we love most deeply in a new, more fractured light. Look hard. Risk that.

Forgiveness doesn’t sit there like a pretty boy in a bar. Forgiveness is the old fat guy you have to haul up a hill.

The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it.

Have a lovely week end sweet peas;) (aka Sugar, Tiny Beautiful Things)

..and have faith

“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust…. and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”

― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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