Why I (We) ....

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A local artist that I am on the mailing list for, just sent this email out and I wanted to share with everyone on here. Take the word 'paint' and replace with whatever you do, render, visualize, sketch, etc...

 

 

Anthony Tomaselli

Why I (We) Paint

 

Painting is not something one does to pass time. Painting is not making pretty pictures or slashing color on canvas or board to make paintings that match the drapes or the couch. Painting is not something I do because I like to socialize and then have lunch. I paint because I have to. I paint because something inside me knars at my brain and soul constantly. A flash of color that will make that landscape a better painting sneaks into my head as I have coffee with my wife.

I drive to work or on an errand and see something that pulls my car to the curb, so I can photo it for reference or at least to sit in awe of whatever the reason was that I pulled over for.

I paint because it fills my soul with purpose.

I paint to share my successes with my piers, friends, and passerby.

I paint because it challenges me 24/7 to be better, to try harder, to experiment.....I paint because when I paint, well almost always when I paint, I go to a place that is special. I arrive in a zone that is timeless and blissful. If you will, I arrive in Gods world, only knowing I've been there upon exiting, for whatever reason.

I paint because, what else is there.

I paint because I love the feel of my brush meandering over canvas. I am in awe of what happens when I take two unlikely colors and mix them, to get some other unworldly color, only to be challenged when it's the wrong one for this particular painting.

I love to paint because when I am done, I am emotionally drained and exhilarated at the same time. When I drive home from my studio I think of the marks I made, the ones that worked, those that I don't want to spoil. When I think about the marks that didn't work, the colors left behind, the brushwork waiting to happen to complete the painterly journey, I yearn for the morning to arrive again, so I can continue painting. When I arrive home exhausted and feeling high or low, I sleep sooo peacefully knowing my easel awaits my return......Paintings to be made, successes to be cherished and failures to understand.

I paint because, My studio smell welcomes me, the successes of yesterday are fleeting, the challenges of today are real............ Music and coffee keep me company.

The sun or lack of it accompanies my every moment; with every turn of my head another possible painting occurs.

My soul inspired, my being engaged, I sit at my easel in awe,

and thankful, just plain ol thankful.

Aware and full of gratitude, I pick up my brush and begin, never knowing the outcome of the day. Understanding that success is the act of painting, not the result of my efforts, I welcome the uncertainty.

I paint because I have to!

That's why I paint.

How about you.........Why do you have so much passion toward whatever it is that you do?

[Francisco Penaloza]

That's very nice writing actually.

Thanks for sharing.

Fco.