Monday, August 20, 2018

The business cleanse that turned into a business enema.

About two months ago, I took a week off from painting to do a sort of "business cleanse". I wanted to really investigate where the weak points were in my business- do I need to send out newsletters, do I need to up my social media posts, should I have an online store, etc... . I figured since everyone around me seems to have lots and lots of avenues to sell their work, I should be looking at that too.  Online, online, online. I even listened to business podcasts for entrepreneurs about how to make your Instagram feed more aesthetic and "curated" (barf).

But I knew there was a a problem.  To be honest, at the end of the week I wanted to move to the woods and get off the grid. I was so overwhelmed with how much many of my peers do, how much time is drained into selling their work, their vision, and sometimes even themselves. I'm really happy that things like social media give small business owners the power to advertise and sell their work on their own, and they are not dependent on how someone else presents them and their work. But MY GOD, to me, it is exhausting. And it sounds exhausting for EVERYONE I spoke to. I may be slightly more extroverted when it comes to meeting people, but I am on online introvert FOR SURE. Is that even a thing!?!

After looking into all these ways of trying to keep up with the changes going on on how people view, experience, buy and sell art, I came up with these conclusions FOR ME. These don't apply to everyone, obviously, but I thought they were interesting to share.

1. I need to paint more.  I've gotten a bit relaxed about keeping decent hours actually painting, at the easel, brush in hand. The more I paint, guess what? The more paintings I have to sell! The more I get to explore, get to fail, get to try. I grow more. I  had a bit or resistance around painting for some reason last spring, and I really looked at my hours. I set up a routine of painting for 25 hours a week, and I'm on month 2 of doing this. It works REALLY REALLY WELL. Not only for flushing out lots of ideas, but for that amazing painting juju to show up and lay it's kind gift on me. Most of what I've been painting isn't mind blowing, but my brain and eyes and hands are warmed up and ready.
This was, by far, the thing I got the most out of all that week of business cleansing (which may have just been resistance to painting, if I'm honest).

2. I have great things in my life in place, and I need to take care of them. I know a lot of artists aren't down with galleries, but I absolutely LOVE mine. They take great care of me.  For a few years, I have not been able to send them the amounts of work I would like because I either take too much on, or else I don't paint enough. I have been behind for literally years.  But when I do send them a painting that I personally like and have spent the time to work on, they pretty much always sell it at some point. I'm very lucky for this, I know that. There's nothing more frustrating for an artist than to spend ages on a painting, then ship it off to a gallery only to have it sit there for YEARS. It's absurd. But, if you have a GOOD gallery or partnership, one that continuously does their part to advertise you, backs you up when you grow, and is invested in you and your work, THIS IS PRICELESS.  If you are one of the lucky artists who has this- take care of them too!!!  Working with a gallery, or ANY partnership that sells your work, it's really really important to remember that you will always be stronger if you work interdependently, rather that independently.  I truly believe this, and I have proof.  I have some very solid partnerships in place, and I realized that I'm not taking full advantage of all of the wonderful opportunities there. Sometimes I'm so caught up in growth, I forget to see what I already have. I have spread myself out so thin, I forget to strengthen the roots of the trees I have worked to hard to foster all these years.

And THAT'S IT. No, I didn't find that I had any major holes in my business model, that my peak times of posting on Instagram would make or break my followship. Nope. I didn't find that I could maximize my tools online, or that maybe I needed to reorganize the balance of teaching and painting. Nope. None of that!! I simply need to spend more time doing something really well, then let the amazing people who know how to sell art really well DO THIER JOB. That's it. That is literally all I walked away from after a week of being on the phone with social media gurus, multi-tasking friends and peers, me hunting down the best services to promote my work, yadayada.  And this is not to poopoo on those things- I think they are amazing tools of liberation that can help make artists survive and prosper. I just suck at multi tasking, and I'm lucky enough to have some seriously cool relationships already in place. So cheers to loving what you have and making the most of it! If social media is your jam and your way of doing that, then take care of THAT.  If you are looking for better partnerships so that you can really foster some amazing creativity, DO THAT. Doing something well is so important  (to me) in an era of things being made and viewed cheaply and quickly. So that's my two cents, and you get what you pay for :)

Monday, January 15, 2018

Captain of the ship

Hello! And Happy New Year!!

One of my practices this year (I'm not making resolutions, just practices (even though that word makes my skin crawl with how overused it is, bet there ya go)) is to make time for the things I enjoy. And so here I am, writing my blog after two years of silence.

Since I last wrote, I got married (yay!), had a solo show, a 2 artist show with my husband (a week before we got married), and got a new car because mine was stolen (two days before we got married as well).  I've also recently gotten the biggest commission of my career, and I'm also doing work in London and New York.

BUT- The real reason I wanted to write wasn't to boast about all that's happened, although it's all pretty awesome, mixed in with some VERY tense moments. The reason I'm writing is to share something I am learning.

Getting married has been pretty great. There is an emotional balance and solidity there that I've never felt before. And it's sort of made me see something very differently in my life.

For me, my default is to be overwhelmed. I overcommit to shows, responsibilities, etc. and I underestimate how long things will take me to make. I forget that painting isn't something that you can churn out all the time, it doesn't work that way for me.  Yes, I can churn paintings out. No, That doesn't make me an artist, actually.

And since I got married in May, I've made some very, very big steps to change the course of my career and my health and well being.

Mostly, I say no.

This sounds dumb and obvious. But as someone who has been self-employed for 17 years, who has MAJOR Fomo, and has generally overcommitted to everything, saying no seemed like this awesome idea, but not at all practical.  And not something I could ACTUALLY do.

"I won't be part of that awesome show with all those artists I love.."
"The gallery will drop me if I don't partake in every show"
"I'm self-employed, it's supposed to be hard"
"I have no idea where my next amount of money is coming from, so I may as well just try to overcommit and hope something sells and works out"
"This is a creative profession, you have to sweat hard to get ahead"
"you can never have too many irons in the fire"
"I need to keep up my Instagram followers "

And my personal favorite:

"If I start saying no, people will forget about me and my work"

Yeah. All the things! All the things that we are subtly told and believe, because we live in a culture of workaholism. And if you really look into workaholism, like the real 12 step stuff kind of thing, you can swing in two directions with workaholism. You can overwork (duh), but as with most "isms", you can swing far to the other side, this being work avoidance.  Personally, I can do both!

I have been doing my own work with this problem, and these two sort of "tools" have been SUPER useful to me. (From Workaholics anonymous 12 step book)

1. We do not add a new activity without eliminating from our schedule one that demands equivalent time and energy. 

2. We underschedule. We allow more time than we think we need for a task or trip, allowing a comfortable margin to accommodate the unexpected. 

These two ideas are kind of blowing my mind right now! Since May, I have really worked on my default of getting overwhelmed.  I love to paint, I love to think about concepts, I love to look. All of those have the potential to constantly make my life rich and colorful, or overwhelming and obligated.

And bizarrely, and wonderfully, it's like the universe is in full agreement with me. I have said no to shows left and right, always holding back that knee jerk reaction of fear and feeling like everything will fall apart. In turn, I have had more time to work on my paintings longer, work on my thoughts and concepts, follow and listen to my gut.  I have been playing and experimenting, have enrolled myself in a ton of workshops this year to fill my creative battery and learn from my peers and mentors. And with this came a ginormous amount of money for me to paint something that is both dear to my soul, something I want to be painting (no "shoulds"!), and have been experimenting with on my own anyway.  Not only that, but because I've been working on my fear of failing, I was able to ask for the money I know I truly deserve for such painting.  I know that making what is fair and deserved, I can say no to other projects and give this person the very best painting I am capable of.

I've also been able to be there for my friends more. I can be a shit friend sometimes, and most of my besties know they may get a last-minute cancellation from me because I'm behind on work. But now I don't do that as much.  Because I have less projects going on, I'm not struggling every day to try to make a priority list, to find SOMETHING, ANYTHING to paint and get out there. I am steadily working. I don't avoid painting either, because now I'm not overwhelmed all the time by it. I want to engage it again, I want to be curious and listen and give it the time it needs. Some of creating naturally requires failure and destruction, and instead of panicking when this is going on and that I'll be late yet again for whatever deadline, I am simply counting on that destruction  as a part of the creating.

So, to all you workaholics out there, know there is hope! There is a way to love what you do, be fully committed to it, and yet not consumed by it in an unhealthy way.  I hope some of this helps anyone who struggles with the "shoulds" and the anxiety that comes with fear of missing out.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Coming Back.

I've been traveling a lot the past few months. I went to Europe, then new York, then Denver, then Montreal and other parts of Quebec, all since May.

What I found over and ver again was:

1. I get anxious just before leaving, and think I have too much to do before I go.

2. Have a really hard time when I come back getting my momentum back up for painting.

In June, I wrote myself a letter titled "When coming back to painting (and life) after being away (or what to read when anxious, overwhelmed, or just plain having a time of it)".

It goes like this:

Make your space feel neat and safe. Take time to do this. Then, give yourself ample time to paint/do your task. Remember that worrying about future painting/plans feels much worse than actually just sitting down and painting/doing the steps. Play music and podcasts that are grounding and make you feel focused. Try to wake up early- remember morning is quiet and new. Put in a full work week, then make sure to not work when you need to. List people each day you need to email, classes you need to plan, tasks to do, then do them and be done.
When painting, put out lots of paint (don't be cheap or fearful of this) and premix as many big puddles of color as you can for the painting you will be working on. Take fish oil daily-it helps you concentrate. Try to still yourself . Eat a lot of vegetables and proteins.  When painting, remember that when you smooth a passage, it is hard to make it broken/choppy/painterly afterwards, so better to leave smoothing until the end when you have full choice where/how much/how.
Do a few kind deeds every day. Watch for overwhelmed feelings/anxiety/stress/fantasy when you are tired. Know that those are normal, and be kind and forgiving with yourself, but also know they can very dishonestly take over. Plan actions, not thoughts, to pull yourself out of any funks. Don't make big decisions on days you are overly tired/stressed.  There is not enough time to rush. Remember you have a great life. Make a gratitude list. Care for and love your paintings- they will be someone's sacred thing, they are your sacred act. Send a kind text to a friend asking how they are doing when you are being overly self-focused. Don't listen to radio pop songs. Try to feel your own feet. If your phone is too much for you some days, TURN IT OFF! You are NOT on-call. Plan a walk or lunch outside.  Try centering every morning.  In the end, procrastination is the source of a  lot of your anxiety.

I thought I would share, since I think probably a lot of people are on the same boat sometimes.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Italian moths with bad breath.

A long time ago I read a passage somewhere, in some smart book, that said you can find enlightenment by chopping an onion.  I'm embarrassed to say I chopped a lot of onions around that time, and never once did I feel very enlightened. Sometimes I would wonder if I couldn't see the THING.. you know, THE THING TO ENLIGHTENMENT because I was too busy crying (I was chopping onions…). I had bad breath and red eyes, but no deeper understanding that I so craved.

So I get to my real story.
  You see, a little over a year ago, John and I were walking on a path in the woods, and I found a moth wing on the ground. I picked it up, looked at it, and right then knew I wanted a permanent tattoo of this thing on my body. I had no idea why, and I'm still not sure. I have it on the inside of my right wrist. I literally took the wing that week to a tattoo parlor and asked to  have it imprinted on me forever.

I would like to submit the following evidence to the jury: I am one to stay up nights pondering  if I should buy a small couch or not, for fear of making a commitment to a piece of furniture larger than me. So to go on such a whim and get something permanent is a bit of a fluke for me.

If any of you have a tattoo, you will understand the following sentiment. People say, "oh, cool tattoo, what does it mean?" ..

"Er, um, well, I was walking in the woods, and well, um, it just kind of hit me. I think it's something meaningful, but I'm not sure what it is yet".  I begin sweating while I'm saying this, and feel like I'm quoting something out of "Close Encounters of the Third Kind". (Was that the one with the mashed potato mountain??) The person then gives me a small smile, and moves along, away from mash potato girl.


So tonight I am sitting in the tub. In our little red house we have these tiny moths that make itty bitty nests in the ceiling, and I imagine they watch us while we sleep and laugh their heads off. They then proceed to munch on all of our sweaters and favorite coats.

These little moths are all over our house, and they drive me nuts. To not feel bad in the mass genocide of them with the vacuum cleaner, I imagine them to look more like the head mother in "Aliens". I feel very Sigourney-esque at times with my Hoover.

Well tonight I was sitting in the tub, feeling pretty exhausted from the day. One of these damn moths landed on the side of the tub and just sat there for a little while. Instead of smashing it and savoring the weird dust left from the corpse, I just watched it.

And that's when the moth turned into a bridge.  That tiny moth, as I sat watching it, noticing its spastic antennae,  its funny moving and waiting and moving, its little body covered by wings, was a moment when I just sat looking and sharing a space with another life. A tiny life. A life nothing like mine. And yet, here we are, the two of us, just chilling in the bath together. I mean, how many living things do I share a bath with? To my knowledge not many. Or maybe too many… I don't know. I try not to think about the microscopic bugs in my eyebrows and such..

BUT. But here I am watching this little moth. Totally fascinated. And that tiny creature turns into this big, wonderful bridge between me and everything else. I'm not going to use the term "connected", since it's so annoying, but well, you know, that's what it felt like.

And so I have to wonder, if I felt such a connection with an insect, surely there are these bridges with everything else, right? An accountant is a lot closer to where I come from than a moth, for crying out loud.

 I kind of think of life and our experiences as looking slightly like the 187 little islands that make up the city of Venice (in Italy).
So you have all these tiny islands, and there are just a  ton of bridges everywhere. Some islands will have several bridges leading off of them. The great thing about Venice is the fact that to truly enjoy it, you just have to stop trying to find your way. You embrace getting lost and just moving between the islands, smelling the sea,  feeling the steps of the bridges, noticing the white wash on the candy-coloured buildings. Sometimes you make circles, but often you just make worm trails. If someone was to draw a line behind you on a map, you would look drunk. That's whats so great about Venice to me. All these little bridges leading you to all these different places. Every bridge has been stepped on billions of times. There is someone behind you following in your steps. There is someone in front of you that you can still smell. You walk, lost, but knowing that you are on one of the 187 islands, not floating out adrift in the sea alone.
So if I think about all the little things around me every day, all those little and big things I never notice, and then I think of the moments like my moth, I have to think that that is the bridge I chose at that moment to cross. The tiny life in the bathtub connected me to all the other experiences, all the other islands and their bridges, for that moment as I walked up its few paved steps. How many islands do we never visit, how many bridges do we miss each day?

Sometimes I am grateful for exhaustion. It feels like the sober person's way of getting drunk. Sometimes I'm so tired the inner monologue dies down, and I'm left with moths and bathtubs and blogs and tattoos.

I often worry about if I live in the right place, if I'm doing what I'm supposed to, if I'm living my life to its fullest. It's a very similar anxiety to the one I had the first hour I visited Venice that initial time. I kept looking at the CRAZY map of the city thinking "Jeez, why the hell would mankind decide to make a city HERE??". But eventually I put the map away, started looking up instead of down, and just took it in. I wish I could do that in life more. There's art, FREAKIN ART everywhere, talking all the time.  And sometimes I want to ask it "Jeez, why the hell did you pick THIS place??". But it's here, and "I think it's something meaningful, but I'm not sure what it is yet".

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Things I have learned so far

Number one: I suck at keeping a blog, apparently. 6 months without writing? Oh dear lord.

Well, the title of this post isn't because I'm a know it all. In fact, I know less and less, which I'm excited about.
But I just got over some major events this month, and I think like any normal person, I'm spending some time reflecting on what has happened.

So a few things from recently having done a large quantity of paintings in a short(ish) amount of time, having a solo show, having one of the things I fear the most personally happen, and moving studios (again):

1. You don't have to wait for inspiration to be creative.  In fact, it doesn't happen when you have sh*t to do. I can't tell you how often I get people telling me how "oh! It must be SO wonderful to just be creative all day and PAINT, and just absorb and be free! Oh how I wish I could do that! ". Like I'm shopping all day or sitting by the pool on my tanned ass. First off, I haven't felt "free" since I really learned how to paint.
I. Have. A. Job.

 I show up when I don't want to, I do it when I hate my boss (I have multiple bosses: my own painting, myself, a gallery, a deadline, a client, an article, and so on..), I feel guilty about getting on Facebook while I'm at the studio, then loathe myself for half the day, I get sleepy after I eat, I crave alcohol on a bad day. I have days where I want to quit and tell everybody to go screw themselves. I don't have fun every day. And I'm certainly not INSPIRED every day! And in a way, I'm thankful for that. Being truly inspired requires a lot of emotional input, and I'm an insomniac, so I just wouldn't be able to handle it too well. But I do find a way to try to fall in love with what I do every day. In that way, painting, like anything else creative, is a lot like a relationship. Some days it takes a lot more work. I'm grateful most days for it, but some days, well, I just forget to be grateful.

2. Write stuff down. I may think I will remember those 7 digits to hack into my neighbors wifi, but tomorrow I won't. I won't remember some major epiphany I had today about painting skin tones in a month, more than likely. I will resort to my default when I come into the studio and haven't slept well. I will forget everything. I will even forget major life events. I will absolutely forget how I was feeling, what that important night smelled like, the names of people I met, what my deepest fears were. I won't remember who I hurt, what I said, what breakthrough I had. I won't remember that person that said something that stopped me in my tracks. I won't remember to update my blog more often (doh!). I will forget. I will forget all those things I worked so hard for, the things I felt so deeply. Especially when I am really feeling it. Then I will really forget.
I can't tell you (I forgot..) how many times I looked through notes when I was making this big body of work just to keep me on track with my own ideas. If you are in the process of formulating some bigger concepts, this is especially important, I think. I even have a piece of paper on my easel that says "Things that work",  and lists things like premixing big puddles of paint so I don't paint like a watercolorist in oils.

3. Stay an hour more than is comfortable. If you are working in a career you love and want, that is. At the desk writing, at a computer designing, reading, painting, drawing. Stay just one hour more than your natural inclination. I found over this past 6 months that that hour really, really made me grow. It's like the last half mile on the treadmill… you build your endurance right then.

4. It's normal to feel hopeless. As long as that feeling doesn't last for months and months, it's pretty normal I think, especially if  you are in a creative field, to feel overwhelmed, hopeless and just plain exhausted. It's not personal, really. I felt hopeless at least one day a week while I was getting ready for my solo show. "This is so stupid", "this isn't going to sell" "I make meaningless work" "I'll never finish on time" were floating around in my head consistently. I'm not sure if this ever goes away. They may get quieter with time.

5. You attract what you put out. Tried and true, as far as I'm concerned. In business, in relationships, in friends, in work. If you value honesty and try to be honest, you will attract that into your life. If you don't you won't.

6. If you are a painter, always have a tube of black acrylic paint handy. Scratches on frames, last minute signing of paintings that are shipping in 15 minutes, covering up edges of canvases, whatever. I use this ALL THE TIME. And  I only use it during really time sensitive emergencies, I've noticed, so having it around is a must for me.

7. Watch Fail videos when you feel overwhelmed. There is nothing like laughing at other people's stupidity when your day got too serious and too important. Thank you, John McLeod for this wonderful life lesson.

8. It's a good idea to say thank you. Over and over. People don't seem get jaded to this, and I agree.

9. Talk to your peers. Regularly. I don't know what I would have done these past few years without my peers for guidance. You can skip all the bullsh*t when talking to your peers about things that matter. Sometimes it has to be a peer, because the subtleties of creative work can fly over, say, your accountant friend's head. It's nothing to do with the accountant. It's just she probably can't help you out with how to take varnish off of a linen panel or maneuvering through a gallery contract versus a consultant contract. Or how hard it is to conceptualize and paint an emotion.

10. Drink water and go outside. Like a normal damn person! Don't get all vamped out and think drinking coffee alone can make you do good work. It can't.  It can, however, give you ulcers and shaky hands, and possibly hypoglycemia, which are, in effect NOT HELPFUL. I kept wanting to skip meals and paint when I got inspired. But the truth is, the days I did that, I slept poorly, felt crappy, and lost the entire next day. So an entire day lost, or 30 minutes to eat in the park? Most Americans are severely Vitamin D deficient. I am. Sit in the sun. Drink water, Eat. I needed to remind myself to do this way more than I like to admit.

See… don't you feel better? Thankfully, nothing we do is that important, in the end.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


A little while back, I had a wonderful collector write to me. He has been an avid supporter of my work, but also a very enthusiastic champion of my growth as an artist.
I know, I'm lucky.
He wrote to me, and after seeing the turnout of the sales for my last show, expressed some interest/concern. Basically, he wrote that many artists seem pretty able to handle disappointment  when it came to their art. It is, in a way, what fuels many of us and makes us stronger. Success, on the other hand, is something that many artists simply cannot handle.
I'm not saying I'm super-successful, not by a long shot. And I don't think he was implying that either. But over the past year, sales of my work have come easier, something I am incredibly grateful for.

Still, what he wrote got me thinking. Why would this be? Why would success be harder on creative people than disappointment?

Well, I'm not therapist (although I love to act like one, unfortunately), but I think I may be going through a very, very small example of this.

Simply put, to be successful, you must be open. And being open means you will change. And changing means you will be uncomfortable and probably leave a lot of the things that made you successful the first time around.

I showed with two other women last november. For some reason, I really threw myself into this work.  I really tried to fearlessly explore and not identify myself too much as "this kind of painter" . I tried to paint things I would want to look at.
And so, most of my work sold. And I celebrated this! It has been a long, uphill battle, and will continue to be, and we have to celebrate those kind of moments, right?!
The day after the opening, the gallery asked me to do a solo show in July. I have never done a solo. Of course I was thrilled, and still am. I'm grateful beyond words at having my career take this shift in pace.

That said, things have taken an interesting turn.

I'm on a schedule of about one painting a week right now, which is a lot of work. I don't think I'm really too scared to work in this way though.
What I have found, is that I have been trying to copy myself. All that openness and fearless exploration from before has turned into me going to my own website to see how I "used" to paint.


That's pretty backwards if you think about it, but probably pretty normal. We try to replicate the things that took us to good places in our lives, right? But that is anti-change in a lot of respects. I'm not claiming that we have to reinvent ourselves every time some event comes around. Far from it. But I do know that I have a tendency to want to hold on to something very specific and very limited to give me some sort of grasp on a situation. This one has to do with success, in some way. I want more success. I got success doing abc… so let me copy that abc... verbatim!

I think this can carry over to lots of other parts of life. A relationship that may have given you butterflies when it started may not do the same thing years later. If you try to make sure you will get this urge, you may be forcing something that has already evolved.

I guess I like and fear that word, "Evolve". It has this warm, fuzzy sort of greatness to it in concept, but in reality it is terrifying. And one can feel pretty lost on exactly HOW to evolve.
I reached out to some female painting friends of mine recently with this dilemma. I got so much wonderful feedback, but what really stuck out in my head is from a woman named Alia El-Bermani. She wrote to me that maybe what I was doing wasn't so much that I was having to find what  my exact voice was, but rather I was finding what I DIDN'T want to say, and how I didn't want it to sound, which is evolution as well...

One good thing about being really unsure about this work I do is that I remember THAT was part of the recipe in creating open paintings.
I can say so far that although I am grateful for any amount of success I have been experiencing, I think in some ways it is harder not to hold on tighter to outcomes.
So I guess that collector has a point.

Another thing Alia sent me was a video of a quote of Ira Glass. Enjoy! This made me cry:)

Monday, January 7, 2013

Brains, gamers and enlightenment

I wish I had a set of right brains. And just right brains. No lefties allowed.

You are probably asking yourself what on earth I'm talking about.

Well, after my New Years' ritual of writing what I am grateful for (whom, mostly), and what I would like to focus on for the year (gratitude), I decided to think of some of the best times in my life. There are lots, just as you probably have as well. My tenth birthday when my parents gave me a tiny ring with a pearl, and took me to an amusement park all day outside of Montreal. Listening to "Les Nubiennes" while waiting for my flight in Boston when I was moving to Italy. The first time I saw a guy I really had a crush on in college Art History. And then there is a MASSIVE experience that happened to me in 2007...

I was driving back from a trip to Birmingham with my friend Erica. It was early April, and all the greens were perfect outside. Not burnt to a crisp like in July, but  cool, wet greens. The buds on the trees were peeking out, but far from fully displayed.  This trip was quite normal... dropped off some paintings to a gallery, turned around, had nice drive with best friend. No big deal.
But the next morning I woke up, and everything was very, very different.

I saw.

I really saw for the first time in my life, I think. I could see all the leaves on the trees. I could hear footsteps on the sidewalk under my apartment window. I could hear my sister walking barefooted on the carpet in our living room. I felt so, so happy. That is the only word for it. Happy and present.
I stepped outside, and could feel the breeze. I could smell the city and the mountains in it. I could hear tires and talking and trees. I got to my studio and started painting, amazed by everything. Had I mistakingly taken some sort of drug?? I could HEAR my paintbrush on my canvas. Like a tiny symphony at my fingertips. I didn't question any of it. I just relaxed and enjoyed... everything. Food tasted so wonderful. My heart was fully present for my friends. I could hear their stories, for real. I could be there for them without trying to fix them. I could feel my lungs, my body, my eyes. I even went to a local arts festival to see art for the first time, I think. No judgments. I just remembered being awed by what everyone was doing... that they had taken ALL that time to MAKE something. wow. What a gift.
This stayed with me for TWO WHOLE WEEKS. After a week, I couldn't imagine the world in any other way. I didn't need to listen to music in the car, I didn't need to read anything. I didn't have to force myself to get inspiration.... it was there, full-throttle in my face. I felt BIG. I felt very, very open, like there was no difference between me and the air everyone was breathing.

No, I did not take drugs!!!

Then, all of a sudden, I got terribly sick. Like pneumonia sick. I NEVER get sick in my lungs, but I did then. And then, all at once, that beautiful awareness went away. All of a sudden the chatter was back...the inner monologue that never shuts up. I couldn't HEAR the grass anymore. The only time the monologue stopped was when I put music on so loud that my monologue just became the lyrics of someone else's monologue.

So what the hell was that? I'm not making it up, it was real. When I read about people dying, it is similar, just as when I read about enlightenment, it is similar. And ever since that happened, I wish it would come back. More than anything. That was the most beautiful thing I have ever encountered, and it fully changed my beliefs all at once.

So, This New Years', I asked if there was any way to get closer to this encounter again.
Low and behold, I stumble onto this video. A lot of you may have seen it, but I had not.

Jill Bolte Taylor

What an amazing thing she describes! And how cool that a neuroscientist has a stroke and can actually watch her brain in the process. I almost cried when I watched this (I love that she is a neuroscientist at Harvard and sounds like a big hippie). That is a lot like what I saw. But not quite as extreme as she described it, and I still had my other functions intact, just a lot quieter. But that's it. That's how it felt.

So I guess in all of this, it makes me think of art as well. If the left side of our brain wants to classify, arrange, order, correct, make linear, and explain everything, then is there art that roots more from that place? And what about the other side? People often think artists are free of this "left brain thinking", and are free as the wind to experiment. And we are. But most don't. Not really. Art making is like banking or any other profession. When done consistently, we want to explain, organize, and make neat little piles out of all the information. We just LOVE rules in art. We love to have everything work properly, tidy, and orderly. Even if orderly means a messy studio at 3am. That is what we do. We paint in a messy studio at 3am. Do NOT mess with this.
But what about art made from the right side of us? This is tricky. The right side is open, curious, naive, feeling, disorderly, awe-struck with everything, childlike.  Let's take it a step further. Do you ever notice when you experience something TRULY new, how it feels? Not many things are new to us in our society. But when they are, we are really LEARNING. We see our world more OPEN. We are more curious all of a sudden. We feel exhilarated. We see others differently, often. We are less separated. And what is weird is that there are opportunities all the time to do this.

Going outside of my comfort zone has been on my mind with all of this lately. This relates directly with the right brain, as I can see it. But there are things that I say are outside of my comfort zone, but really are not. I'm planning a trip to SouthEast Asia. Wow. SOOO out of my comfort! A new culture, new religion, new adventures. And this is true. But in a way, I'm REALLY comfortable with foreign things. I don't know WHAT they are, but I'm very agreeable to have them around and try them. I think it is civilized. I think it is cultured to travel. And I'm correct. But that's not outside of my comfort zone in any way. Culture, especially education and foreign culture, are things I have come to revere and cherish. So that's not REALLY pushing myself, in a lot of respects, though it's still a good thing.
But last week something did push me.

 I met my first gamer.

Yes, like a Dungeons and Dragons gamer. And I liked him. And I was so, so uncomfortable. Role-playing?? Characters that go on for years and have make-believe battles with each other?? Folks, for those of you who are as clueless to this world as I am, it doesn't involve video games or board games. It is like theater acting on crack mixed with ultimate nerdhood.
So here this guy is, telling me very honestly and kindly, about what he likes to play. And there I was, trying my best to keep my judgments out of my head. "Do you have a job, young man?" was what I wanted to say. Yikes! How very conservative of me.
This is the funny part. If I had met this man in Cambodia, say, and he was a local telling me about this wonderful theater-acting game they play, I would have jumped on the occasion to play with him. But because I live in Tennessee ( and come from the oh-so-cultured New York city) and have this big ol' left brain critiquing what this guy was telling me, I could barely hear what he was saying over my own judgments.
What a chance missed! If I had been more present with this situation, I would have seen that this was a new place for me. I know nothing about that world. I have never played one of these "games". They have always been too uncool for me. But I don't even know what they are!! And this happens ALL THE TIME. I walk away from new things due to my own fears of them. So in a way, our right brain is also the place where fear comes from.
And as grateful as I am to have this part of my body, and feel fear to keep me alive, it is not the part of my brain that I want to paint by. Nor have relationships from.
Maybe I like art that breaks my own story lines. Something to think about .. no pun intended.

Gamers are my new heroes, by the way.