Bits of Paint

I am finding that I only have bits of time to paint. I have to take those bits of time and make them mine. I have walk away from the TV and turn of my computer and just walk into my little corner of my art room and sit and paint . When I do just that I feel free and happy and creative. I don't want to stop and I want to keep painting.

I want to listen to see what little story my tiny painting has to tell me. I paint away with bits of paint late at night until I have to make myself go to bed because I have to wake up very soon to feed the my hungry crying baby boy. As I fall sleep I dream about what will come next from my tiny bits of paint.

Letting go with paint

Letting go of the outcome is always great the hard part is really feeling that. I am practicing doing just that. I am practicing being free and just having fun. Life is not made up of mater pieces rather of little pieces that eventually will be your own master piece. 

You never know what will happen next or how it will happen but if you just show up and give at least 80 percent than it will be OK. The other thing that's great is you usually always get another try. If you mess up you take what you learned and apply it again. You try different colors and different brushes and eventually you will get that perfect color and it will be what you wanted. At least for that day. Then you show up again tomorrow and try again. Letting passion be the leader is always rewarding and who cares about the outcome when you get to do something you really love even if it only for a while that while is enough to hold you over until the next time you need to feel the need. Of course I am talking about painting right ??

A bit here and there

I find my little bits and pieces of creating come late in the evening. That's because everyone is in bed and Its finally me time. I have been trying to paint everyday. Even if that means I only get 20 minutes here or there. It keeps me wanting more and practicing. This picture is what is directly in front of me as I paint. I am slowly putting my pretty space together but it takes time. So I put together some of the things that inspire me right smack in front of me to keep me company. 

This is the little me that came out in this painting. I love her short hair and was reminded while I was creating her that my hair was always this length . I have been thinking way to much about what is going on with who I am. A little identity crisis going on. I am slowly coming to the understanding that I am just enough. Maybe a little more. Who I am does not need an explanation just understanding  acceptance with in myself and love.

Across her arms I out it spells out always leave room for magic. I don't want to ever go away from that.To me that means never letting go of my child like thoughts. Letting myself be in touch with my inner child and letting that child live with in my 41 year old body.

The fox is her trusted friend. He doesn't question her he accepts understands loves and listens. Its hard to find someone who will do all that and she did..So as he stand next to her he to lifts his arms...