May we never meet perfection…

Mundane dare I say,

rejected and muted,

muck on the pallet is the gift of the painting pursuit today..

The smudges and the splatters,

the veils of murky colours,

the mix that went sour and the recounted hours,

tales of creations gone astray .

Beginnings- scattered and battered around the studio floors,

relegated to the corner,

discarded and departed…

that is the solid base that makes up the soul of an artist,

the firm foundation,

the school of hard knocks,

you’re earning your way.

How could it be?

Every guck and every muck,

well intentioned and never mentioned - little learnings plie up and plie up.

Tales of glory,

they need a story,

why it’s in the history, in the wreckage of frustration and dismay.

Don’t forsake them,

just remake them with the lessons you learned yesterday.

Perfection will be a reflection of the sweat and the passion unearthed on your way.

But its on the journey,

where we learn, imperfection is your map to what your soul wants to convey.

Its the gems that arise,

not be shaped but to shine,

assemble together are your meaning and style,

your signature,

your indeliable constellation of you in your paints,

the repeatable pattern that irrupts from the matter,

no matter the subject you mean to convey.

It is you! You have found You! in the art you want to display!

All of your follies woven together begets the tapestry of your becoming an artist …on the way.