Every time I go downstairs in my home—probably two dozen times a day at a minimum—I glance through the door of my studio. Although my legs work just fine going upstairs and down, for twenty-seven days they are paralyzed when it comes to walking through that studio door to pick up a brush.
Nonetheless, I trust the process and keep studying my work-in-progress from the doorway even when doubts and unhelpful self-talk try their darnedest to knock me flat—and, believe me, they try their darnedest.
I don't know what shifts or how.
But today I begin to pull this painting out of the dark woods into the light of day.
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| work in progress, 43 days in, 4/2/2020 30 x 40" canvas |
