Wednesday, 9 October 2019

The Zen of Seeing

The pleasure of drawing for the sake of drawing has returned. I'm grateful.
I thought I had killed my 'artist within' (as Frederick Franck describes it). But by gently taking up a sketchbook and slowly making some marks I loosened my senses and began to experience again. Seeing. Franck reminds me to listen to what I have been desperately trying ignore: 'the choking by schooling, training, conditioning... shrivels up the artist-within. ....The professionally trained "creative's" unspoiled core shrivels up in the rush toward a "personal style" in the heat of competition to be "in".' All these truths. I lost my faith. My way. But I'm home again, I hope for a while.

1 comment:

  1. So good to read these words and feel that freedom bloom in my own heart too. You rock! Xxx


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