As my Art Show approaches, nerves bubble. Much like a jittering
rubik’s cube full of electricity. Yet today I read the beginning of a book... one I'd been avoiding because on some level I knew it could help progress my life... how funny is that? Can anyone relate? probably. funny creatures us humans are.
Yet as Artists of our existence, there's always a chance to create anew. A way to get out of the chattering box and into the circle of openness.
As I read a few messages, I thought:
"Yep, just get back to Basics and Receive the show that’s supposed to emerge".
And as I began writing, this message came through:
This Artistic expression is to be Full, not Filled.
I've been gathering objects thinking that filling the vast room for my show is what a proper "professional" show should look like.
Then I opened up more, and got back to the Basics of what is really Me... the Me that I want to be. Intentional. With every physical item being my sails, not my anchors.
In fact, my Dream Home is made of all glass. It transforms into a full inside/outside haven with warm breezes flowing through. Where every object, furniture piece, cabinet, closet and clothes are so exquisitely crafted that I have a select few.
Like the saying goes:
Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication
A profound statement that in fact guides me to this Dream Home. Why then, not, should my Art Show be a reflection... an emulation… a mockup... a physical vision board of what I desire? Is not this an opportunity to create even more my dream
existence?
So I release the vision of a studio filled of a zillion different ideas and get back to the 2 things I know for sure:
Keeping it Light
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Sharing my writing
It shall be simple. And that's ok. That's me. That's what I need.
It shall be a room that is FULL, not filled.
And what will make it FULL is that it's impactful in the way that's important to me. Maybe not important... a way that is Authentic to me.
With the vision clear, I see this as a first. A fresh chance to see there is ample time to create my show. And for it to be
Fun again.
Inspired again.
Light again.
In Expansive Gratitude again.
For in the end, I'm doing it for myself.
I think perhaps it's an Art Exhibit, not a Show. An Experience. An Art Experience? A Me Experience?
Never mind the words. The titles. It's the intention. The vibe. The Flow.
So I write, I receive, I act with simplicity and Lightness.
I give thanks for this pen. I give thanks for the fabric to display my words.
For this is FULL