SOLDThe measure of a man, The measure of a heart. How can it be quantified? Is this what matters? Yesterday was another Tuesday with my father-in-law (and lessons on the price of oil and trucker highway etiquette). I went to bed early with a headache- forgetting to answer emails or post my daily painting. I am fortunate enough to be able to paint again today. I don't know why I am so lucky to have four hours of studio time. Or if I am, in fact, a failure. Shouldn't there be something to show for it? Why do I feel such pain and doubt? I did small things... sell a small painting, agree to be both on an arts grant panel as well as a school arts steering committee, and I spent time taking care of others:packaging the art of my senior students, cooking dinner, reading to my son. But none of it fills my heart very much. It all seems like busy work compared to the big question of "what is really important? How do we make the world a better place?" This painting is a spiritual painting. How do we measure ourselves? Our friends? Our loves?
11 x 7 inches, acrylic on paper
I guess..we measure ourselves not with what we produce, but what is in our hearts at any given moment.
ReplyDeleteThat said, it's also worth it to follow the creative muse, when you can, right? Four hours of studio time a day is.. beautiful. At the moment I get maybe one, and very late at night at that.
Jonathan
How can we make the world a better place? How about producing beautiful art daily :-) I'm thankful for all of the artists, daily painters and others, who create art and share their ideas even though it's quite stressful and usually not financially rewarding
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