Some Fridays, when I remember, I talk part in a little exercise called “Five Minute Friday.”
The only thought that comes to mind when I think of the word “paint” is my love of the practice. I’ve never been an artist, I’ve never been good at stick figures. It’s not my natural gift, and it’s not my craft. I really have no desire to get better at it, but I love doing it.
Painting is a release. If you’ve been following my blog for a while, I’ve talked about it before. It’s my release because I’m not challenged by other people’s opinions of my work. It’s my release because I feel no pressure to present a great project to the general public.
That’s the problem with dreams: they come with a price. The price is that at the end of all the hard work, you’re supposed to have something successful. Because that’s what you tell yourself – I must show the world that I can be successful. I wish we didn’t do that to ourselves, but it happens to us more than we’d like to admit.
But not painting. The act itself is what comes to mind when I was presented the word, because to me it represents a simple freedom from myself and my self-induced pressure.
Do you have a hobby or passion that’s simply a release for you?