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Simply For The Art Of Watercolor

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As, I wandered through the little shops lining the main street, in the quaint New England town of Groton, Massachusetts, one particular store caught my attention. Its delightful storefront window decorated with all sorts of home decor and holiday gifts, called to me. Lately, I am completely drawn to table settings. I love the artful way they tell the stories of our most cherished gatherings. And as I meandered around the little shop, it did not disappoint. Sparkly Christmas decorations, inspirational holiday tables, and all the clever little gift ideas! Everywhere I looked was like candy for my eyes!

Yet, once again I found myself standing in the tiny room off to the side, surrounded by art supplies. I stood there staring at the watercolor paints, feeling the urge to buy some. But I have all these paints at home, I thought, trying to convince myself not to pick some up and head straight to the cash register. But just then, a little book caught my eye, and as I reached across the shelf to pick it up, I realized it was a watercolor workbook. Well, I certainly don’t have one of these at home, I thought as thumbed through the pages.

As I wrote in a previous blog post, “The Art of Curiosity,” I had been looking for a way to bring some fun into my “a little to predictable” life, and I had brought some art supplies up from the basement, which ironically, just happened to be watercolor paints. 

I had set my intention to do some painting, though I hadn’t really done much else but think about it. I guess I was kind of waiting to see what the universe had to say about it. But speaking of it, it did, because I had been looking for a way to start painting again, and this little book was perfect! So I scooped it up and off to the cash register I went.

For the first few days, the little workbook just stayed in the bag, then it came out of the bag only to lay on the kitchen table for a couple more days. I don’t know why, but I was a bit intimidated by it. I didn’t want to make any mistakes, or mess up the book. And then my husband inquired, “are you going to do anything with that, or just let it sit there?” I’m going to paint!” I snapped, “I just haven’t had time.” Of course, I had time, I was just afraid to start. I didn’t want to make a mistake.

But by day three, I decided I was just going to go for it. After all, what is the worst that could happen, I thought. So I make a mistake, there are a lot more pictures left in the book, and that’s how we learn right? I mused to myself, as set up my paints and opened the workbook.

As I nervously dipped my brush into the water, and started to paint, something interesting started to happen. I slowed down, grew patient, and as I swirled my brush around in the water, dabbing the colors on to the paper, my mind grew quiet. I started to loose myself in the very act of painting. I felt calm and grounded, no ruminating about daily problems, the dinner that had to be made, or the chores left to finish. Just me and the colors and shapes and the delightful way the paint spread across the paper, with each new brush stroke. 

Suddenly without warning, an hour had passed, the sun had sunk deep into the horizon and the house had grown dark. And I was happily surprised with a painting. Huh, it’s not bad, I thought, as I pack up my things and put them back in the cabinet. I guess the Universe had something to say after all, and all I had to do with listen!

The Art Of Curiosity

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Completely uninspired, I stood in the center of my kitchen gazing out into the great room. It’s all so… boring. Sure, it looks good, it is definitely functional, but it is rather dull from an exhilarating point of view, I mused. Nothing screams out curiosity, fun or excitement. Instead, it just whispers of grounded, steady and quiet elegance. 

In Feng Shui, it is said that a home is a reflection of the self. Though, I love the way it looks, and it has taken me years to get it exactly the way I envisioned it, still, is it exactly the way I wanted it? Now that the aesthetic is mostly done, I can truly see how it is a reflection of my life. I am grounded and steady, with an appreciation for beauty. But there definitely no fun lately. Creative, yes. Able to create beauty, yes. A sense of or order, yes. But fun… Not so much.

And that seems to be just what my life is missing. Fun, curiosity and a sense of purpose. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about purpose, so much so, that lately it has become like a full-time job. But finding purpose shouldn’t be a full-time job. Instead it should be more like a scavenger hunt, filled with curiosity, excitement and fun.

According to the Oxford dictionary curiosity is; 1 – a strong desire to know or learn something, 2 – a strong or unusual object or fact.

I am constantly on the lookout for learning new things, but predictably, it always seems to be much of the same subject matter. Psychology, Feng Shui and Nine Star Ki. Though, I have recently started to develop a genuine interest in Art History. However, art is not necessarily a new theme for me. When I was younger, I loved art, in fact, I eventually pursued a degree in graphic arts. Though I never really did much with it, or any kind of art for that matter.

My husband and daughter have no problem with curiosity. It just seems to flow out of their veins, especially when they have a desire to learn something new. They will happily dive in to whatever strikes their interest. In fact, just last weekend my husband wanted to go visits a local museum in Manchester, simply because he had never heard about it before, and just wanted to go check it out. However, I was not particularly interested in going, but to humor him, I went along.

But I did have a good time. I might even say it bordered on, dare I say it, “fun!” Walking around looking at all of the painting and sculptures while making connections to the art history podcast I’ve been  listening to, was surprisingly enjoyable. As we concluded our visit in the gift shop of the museum, I found myself attracted by all the art supplies lining the shelves in the back of the shop. “Do you want to buy something,” my husband asked? “No,” I replied, “I don’t need anything, I have all this stuff at home in the basement.” 

As we made our way to the car, I couldn’t stop thinking about all those paints, canvases and brushes, because secretly I did want to buy something. And after we got home, it stayed with me. I kept thinking about it all week. I journaled about it, “where has the fun in my life gone,” I thought? Where is the the curiosity? I wrote on the blank pages, seeking some inspirational answers.

But then as I stood there in the kitchen, it suddenly hit me. Exactly. Where IS the curiosity, the fun in my life. I don’t see it anywhere in this house! It is all so orderly and functional and predictable. I needed to do something different.

Just as with the second definition of curiosity, perhaps what I needed  was “a strong or unusual object.” A reminder, a focal point of Curiosity. Something that would inspire me to get creative, to have fun, and to stop the endless predictability. 

Knowing that something needed to shift, I cleared out a tiny corner in a cabinet next to the kitchen table and descended the steps to the basement to find the art supplies that had been hidden away in a dusty, cobweb filled corner. I returned with a few water color paints, some paper and a couple of brushes and gently tucked them into the cabinet with the aim to inspire more curiosity.

In Feng Shui terms, I set the intention to gently lean into finding new purpose and having some fun. Though, I can’t predict what will happen, and I’ve certainly not started painting like crazy, every afternoon at 2:00pm (that would be a little too predictable), that is just how the beauty and mystery of Feng Shui and spacial alchemy works. You set the intention, you change or add something new and then you wait and see what happens. Of course, I don’t mean to suggests that I wont “do” something too, like paint, or try to be more fun and creative. But simply that I have set the intention, given myself a nudge and now I’ll wait to see what the universe has to say about it. Stay tuned!