There’s no magic here. Painting, photography, writing, sculpture – it’s work. Physical, frustrating, frightening, and often discouraging work. It’s ours – and hours – alone.
The creative act is also incredibly fragile. It’s a small spark – a word, a phrase, a bit of light, a small spot of color. It comes and goes quickly. It’s emotion. Something to be felt, seen, or smelled.
Then comes the sheer joy of movement.
Don’t get hung up on the instruction books, the special lenses, the right brushes and paint, the moleskin notebooks that guarantee an “experience.” The only way to start is to begin.
Give it time, give it space, give it opportunity. The words will out.
(Kenyon panel above inspired by The Writer’s Almanac…)