A Nice Gesture
I've been itching to paint lately. Just a quick watercolor wash, or a smattering of acrylic. Something.
It's not the act of creation I crave. It's the state of flow, a period when conscious thoughts recede and intuition takes over. A stretch in the opposite direction, where the verbal part of my brain takes a backseat to color and composition.
The effect is similar to meditation, but art is so much more accessible. Maybe I should embrace it. Maybe, instead of taking ten minutes to meditate over lunch--which I tell myself I will do and tell myself I will do and never do--I could revisit my gesture drawing practice. Ten minutes, ten figures, ink on scrap paper. No striving, no ego, no attachment to the end product. Just images blooming underneath my fingertips.