Do artists create to know peace or do artists seek peace so they can create at their highest level? I've found that time-outs, even (micro-mini-holidays) prove vital to the creator's best art. To sustain the highest clear notes, the soprano must first silence her vocals before her performance. To pen a poem, one will read and nap, walk and wait. Often, to paint up a masterpiece, one must saunter off to the bench in the park, and learn the art of nothingness . . . for a moment or two.. Some suggest a "walk on the beach" is the luxurious prelude to the artist's "wow factor." .Living landlocked in Oklahoma, I squirm at that mandate yet like the thought. I have to ask myself, "did Matisse find sand in his sandals before detailing his remarkable tablescapes?" I think so.
Then I consider Picasso and his penchant for around the clock painting in his undies. Did he traipse through the curves of Paris to get inspired or did he dare to slap oils across the canvass with no walk, no beach bumming? Even he idled to think and recoup.
So, if the beach is off limits, perhaps a walk through a garden may help us artisans muster up the just right endorphins needed to create our best art.
With a creative friend, I spent such a lovely afternoon walking through my neighbor's glorious gardens. We walked and talked and bent low to feel the filmy fennel, ran our hands over the soft lamb's ear, and admired the new rock work. The winding trails through trellises and the climbing roses led us to the curling ferns and wide patios. We swayed in old-fashioned porch swings as we talked and looked at photographs and and talked of tender moments with their children. We talked about their recent trip to France and how that visit gave them closure concerning their heroic fathers' life sacrifice . We took deep breaths as a certain gratitude and healing balm fell on us much like the soft night air.
