Myo͞oziNGs" by Cheryl Wilson
Some people have asked me if I have ever thrown a canvas into the trash. What they are really asking is if I have ever created a piece of art that I hate so much that I want to just throw it away, put it out of its misery, deep in the trash, for no one to ever see it again.
The answer to the first question is no, I have never thrown a canvas away. There is something magic in every canvas. The second question which is hidden in my first paragraph but it is there, do I love everything I paint?
Let me answer that question with this thought: As the paint starts to form a piece of art, it transforms from a blank white canvas into something that hopefully someday: hang on someone’s wall; a kitchen overlook a families daily breakfast, a child’s room watching as the little precious life grows up, or as one of my pieces, over the bathroom sink as a sweet little girl looking at herself every day as she grows into a beautiful young woman. My painting will see her cry, hear her sing, be there when she first puts on her mascara. My art will hear her inner thoughts she tells no one else.
Not every “first layer” on my canvas will be what the entire life of the painting will be about. MANY times that first layer (or intuitive feeling) is the foundation for the rest of my thoughts to process through as I continue painting. I am an intuitive artist, which means I express my art in various mediums of life’s experiences. I cannot stop my expressions that show through into my art. There are pieces of my art that are dark and deep, but I was incredibly happy when I painted them, but at that time my lens of life might have been driven by some unconscious reaction that pushed this expression of art into the canvas.
I know when a piece of art is in the middle of being created and when it is finished and ready for me to share with the rest of the world. If the piece is not ready to be signed (my acknowledgement that the art is done) I look for that inner guidance, listen to God’s quiet voice, or feel that draw to pick up my brush, to once again add my inspiration into my art.
I am not sure how other intuitive artists paint, or create their art, but I am sure they might experience some of the same. Each artist has their own story of their path in their art.
Let me end by this story. I had a dream of an angel handing me a tiny glass angel figurine. I asked the angel what this figurine meant and the voice say, you figure it out, I am just here to give this to you, it is up to you to do something with it. Then the angel placed the tiny fragile glass figurine in my hand and left. I never forgot about this dream, but put it to the side. One day as I was cleaning out my professional office to make room for my paint, and brushes and my art world, I found this little glass figurine that someone gave me one day sitting between some books. She had toppled over a couple of time, one of her wings is broken, but she was there staring at me. I know that she was there to tell me to imagine, create, and paint art, and that God will take care of the rest. That angel still sits among some of my most objects from my mother. I also feel she has more to teach me.
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"Myo͞oziNGs" by Cheryl Wilson
Cheryl Wilson, artist
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