This week you tackle a major creative block—money. You are asked to really look at your own ideas around God, money, and creative abundance. The essays will explore the ways in which your attitudes limit abundance and luxury in your current life. You will be introduced to counting, a block-busting tool for charity and right use of funds. This week may feel volatile.
This week raised new levels of understanding for me. Personal value and self-worth came up — not in the my world is over, kind of way — more in the manner of this is WHY I do what I do. The big WHY! One question that people ask often and may not have an answer for — What is my purpose? I create art because it brings me joy. I get a kick out of creating something from a blank canvas. The joy is in the creative process. The end result is art. As Seth Godin answered in his blog, ‘Art is what we call…, “It’s in the soul of the artist.” Yes, I whole-heartedly agree! Art is in the soul of the artist and as an artist, I unleash that onto the blank canvas. That is one belief that makes it challenging when putting a dollar value on the finished product. I’ve talked to professional artists, budding artists & closet artists during my continuing adventure in the art realm and this challenge often times is in the forefront. Seth Godin in his blog indicates that art is something risky. I’ve learned to take that risk over and over and over again with each new painting. The first time was the riskiest for myself and each time it got easier. Much easier. It’s like practicing a new martial arts scissor kick. The first time, my feet are barely off the ground. Each progression of kick after kick after kick gets me higher and higher. Each kick trains my body. Each risk trains my soul to continue forward.
Continuing in the journey is what it’s all about for me. I’ve always claimed that “Art is my passion” and to continue towards that goal is worth the risk of putting a price tag on my soul. What ever the outcome, I feel happy knowing that the canvas which was once barren is now full of life — colorful, vibrant & textured life. Stepping out in the cold mountain air onto a snow-filled morning, reminds me to take it all in stride. Life is beautiful, especially when I’m not fighting myself. I love to look at our snow-covered front yard and imagine each snowflake a brushstroke being applied onto the canopy of leaves and the surrounding ground. Life is full of natural art — creating beautiful somethings. The risk is stopping one’s self to admire it every so often.