Fine Line

Inspiration never hits me at convenient times.  At least not like it did today.

Driving to work seems to be when creativity hits me - maybe because it's the only time I have during the day to slow down and just be alone with my thoughts...

 
I used to get this spark whenever I wrote music... I would go into an almost trance like state, sit down at the piano, and in a matter of minutes a song would be written without a second thought. 

It's been over seven years since I've written a song.  The piano keys are dusty.  I'm not sure I could even plunk out the melody to "Hey Jude" these days.  So today when I was driving to teach my Tuesday night yoga class and the overwhelming inspiration hit me, I knew writing a song was not going to provide me with the creative outlet I needed.  I needed to paint. 

I felt like I kinda knew how some of the artists that are borderline crazy feel. (most of us are, truthfully.)  I had a primal need to cover a room in plastic, put on my sexiest bra and high heels, and let my emotions flow.  So after I got home, I did exactly that.  With some help from Florence and the Machine, I went to town. 

It's interesting how I never set out to make the art that I wind up with in the end.  I didn't know what I was working toward, just that I had a lot of emotions and intensity that was built up that needed to be released.  A combination of fierce passion... walking a fine line... grounding and flying all at once, and a little bit of being completely terrified mixed in... and here's what came out. 

Oh, and a side note...Thanks to my fantastic partner Ben for making an emergency canvas and coffee stop for me and for giving me the space to be a crazy lady who fingerpaints in underwear and heels.