I watch myself fall madly in love with each new artwork I create.
Even the ugly ducklings.
It’s always been this way.
In the moment, when pen and pencil or brush and paint, are doing their mindless abandoned thing… its pure joy tearing through my veins whilst the finished creation is delighted in and loved like a new-born child. Carefully placed where my gaze can intermittently check, re-check, and greet the new one.
It’s a curiosity because I’m not saying every piece of artwork I produce IS fantastic, however the experiencing is.
The conclusion I’ve come to is the creative expression springs forth from the Truth of who I am, the Love that we all are, and thus creates this wonderous mad alive loving experiencing. 🙂
Then I watch whilst the hand, pen, pencil, just does its thing. An effortless joy to experience.
I live in a small space, a cabin to be exact, and my art studio is an equally small space, a shipping container. It encourages a zen-like approach to possessions, which I love.
During the summer months it is too hot to work in the studio, so this week I surrendered the small bunk bed in the cabin, which was becoming a dumping ground, and put in a desk. This way I can still continue my creative practice even on days when it is too hot, wet or cold to go down to the studio.
Whilst setting up the desk I found some old drawings from my post art school days of 2011 and felt inspired to play. It feels a bit like doodling and yet offers an element of the contemplative approach, especially whilst listening to Luke Howard. I find his music such a gift for letting go of thought and shifting gear into the heart. Then I watch whilst the hand, pen, pencil, just does its thing. An effortless joy to experience. Mx
drawings from 2011
the hope of orange – pen and pencil – 2015 – melinda blair paterson
finding myself clinging to strange places – pen and pencil – 2015 – melinda blair paterson