I’ve been incredibly resistant to accepting what works for me. To acknowledge it here is a show of courage. Here goes.
I buy acrylic paints in primary colours and paint freely. The act of mixing colours and painting creates a fuel as rich and powerful as crude oil. Performing on the page (often very simply and childlike) boosts my energy levels. I can physically feel the delight of my inner child, and her glee boosts my energy reserves. What’s not to like about that?
Well - my inner critic is hard to please. She likes to win and, as cruelly as any Dickensian baddie, she beats my inner child into submission who then sulks in the corner. I find myself in physical pain and listless.
I've learnt I have to paint or else...
My belief is we’re born to create - whether it is ‘needed’ or not. We have to self-express to feel vibrantly alive. The energy has to go somewhere. I’m also a natural cheerleader - I enjoy people. Being seen and encouraged by others has had a huge impact on my life. I like passing it forward.
Quite simply, as sociable creatures, I believe we’re here to jolly each other along as we cross each other’s paths. And when it’s heartfelt, it makes life worth living.