I sat to paint a portrait, ready with references and time. Easel up, oil paints, the smell of art about to happen.
My motives visited me. They were heavy and confining. I needed to be honest with myself.
“Why do I want to paint a portrait of a strangers face?” I asked
“Because I know I can do this well, it will impress others” my thoughts admitted with a flush of shame to my face.
“What do I really want to paint?” Or more accurately, “What wants to be painted?”
“Wild flowers” the truth in my heart spoke. And so the painting painted itself with love.
Experience the space. Meditate and be mindful. Let the painting open you to the freedom that you are.