A summer thunderstorm just blew in, and out, leaving my grey deck shiny-slick with rain.
The air smells fresh with the charged ions that only a wild rain can summon.
And I feel as if those invisible particles are beckoning me to take any small action of my choosing.
Which is exactly what I did, a few moments ago.
I roused myself from an intense focus on this desktop screen and decided to sink into my old rose-pink, rocking armchair and think of nothing.
In short, I gave myself permission to simply be.
I let go of all thoughts about art careers. The business of art. Artist statements. How to get and keep collectors. My smARTist Telesummits, which I’m busy turning into podcasts so more artists can have access.
I turned away any, and all, work thoughts and let myself slide into the rain.
Delicious. Giving into flow—the unspooling of infinity.
Giving myself permission to be intentionally surrounded by all of life.
Because, even though this is the core truth of every day (being surrounded by all of life), it’s a rare moment when I actually experience this reality.
I had no agenda. No idea or thoughts about what next?
Then, once the rain had washed the dust of summer off the air, and my being had washed the dust of work off my allegorical shoulders, I returned to this screen.
And immediately wrote to you.
And wondered…when was the last time you gave yourself permission to go off your script-of-life?
To dabble in nothingness?
I’ve love to know…
As always, revealing the true spirit of your work…is the work, because artists change the world.
Truth. Power. Art.
P.S. Please, scroll down and tell me if you’ve recently dabbled in nothingness and what that was like for you.
Because nothing makes me happier than having a conversation with you!
