The Aftermath...Revised
I wish I could remember every day how good it feels to lessen the clutter, to have things in order. Maybe I'd do a better job of maintaining my studio. But I kind of lose myself in the present moment when the paint is flying. If you look at yesterday's post, you will see the "before" picture. I should have given you the full scope of the studio yesterday, so you could really fathom my joy. It is amazing how cluttered your mind can feel when it has too many details to take in. Sensory overload. It's not good for anybody. I always feel refreshed when I clean up after a few weeks of craziness...and by that I mean crazy busyness. That, too, is not so good. Balance. Balance. (I am knocking myself on the forehead.) You know, a painting really doesn't work if there isn't a sense of visual balance. We might not be able to put our finger on it, but sometimes when we view a painting, we know something just isn't right. I think we all know when our life is out of balance, too. But do we listen to it? I think we might feel some o' that unfathomable joy if we did.