Art in its many forms is subjective to the eye of the beholder. Like finding friends or a lover, what draws each of us in, is intensely personal. What exudes beauty to one, may appear hideous to another.
Years ago, I took my mom and three children to the Aspen Art Museum. We were excited to venture in and didn’t really know what to expect. One entire room was dedicated to an installation involving a stuffed animal and a matted old rug, displayed in a disheveled manner on the floor. None of us understood it, but I know someone did. Someone believed it to be truly wonderful.
When I paint, I paint from the heart. My depictions are driven by emotion, inspired by a mix of real scenes and conjured imaginings. My authentic self literally spills out on canvas with the help of paint, or more recently, oil pastels.
Authenticity is what sits at my core. It’s what drives me to do what I do in life. Someone recently told me I go through life with a heart that is too open. I disagree. I believe a heart can never be open enough, to absorb the things life puts in our pathways, good or bad.
As we embark on a new year, I challenge everyone to open your heart and see where it takes you. Make authentic resolutions. Personally, I’m forgoing empty promises of diets, exercise regimes or extreme new hobbies.
Instead, I’m manifesting things that will make my authentic self-sing. I will write that novel I’ve been trying to complete for years now. I will push my painting palette in bold new directions. I will encourage my children to take chances, and I’m going to say no when my heart tells me so.
So, my art friends, let’s make a pact for authenticity and open hearts. I’ll be putting pen to paper and paint on palettes, in the hope you might find something in these creations which will make your soul sing too.