Pour it Out

This would be a great image to render: a picture of a person (or a series with different individuals) pouring out their brain and pouring it on to, people, places and social concerns. And Eddie Hudson has been allowed to do the same through this medium. I appreciate the time, the space, and allowing me a place to "drain my brain!"

It occurred to me as I rounded the corners in my office and landed in my cubicle space, that I could write and write and write! That as I sit down to manage the software testing for another, I could easily formulate a thousand "thoughts" in the time it takes to sit at my desk and develop test scripts. I could talk of the lion and dragons, the victories and defeats, the love and loss of living in this life. And sitting in that chair, before I knew it, there were at least three ideas jotted quickly. My restriction is that I am compensated for software testing, not creatively pouring out the content of my mind! Oh the agony!

On one level, I have to treat the transition from working for someone else to working to benefit the world, as I would moving from formal education to a career. I have to factor in lessons to be learned, studied and evaluate my progress. I have to consider the "classes" I have to attend and schedule them out in the future. I have to decide when I am ready to "graduate" to a career of "creativity." I am eternally grateful for being allowed to express, to pour out what is in my heart and mind. And I look forward to doing so with greater dedication and frequency.

Thought for The Day - Calmly Solving Problems

A number 2 brush in hand, dab the brush in linseed oil, then, the red, the orange, the yellow and white. Mix it against the palette to even the colors...is that it? Not sure; place it in an area of the canvas where the color closely resembles it. Did it blend? Yes, continue to the area you originally aimed to paint. 

Strokes go on smoothly and when they don't, I'm turning the brush, changing the direction of the stroke; all the while, gauging the remainder of the painting and deciding where else we are going in the time allowed. Decisions are made, questions asked and answered. Other questions remain unanswered, getting strung in front of me and given their own orbit around my other thoughts. 

When I reach snags, hurdles and iron walls, I back away, survey alternatives, including setting this work aside till I can safely throw it away. But the peace and tranquility of working in this oily medium is like none other! 

There are days, comparing the 8 hour grind to this work, where I'm so ready to be in the studio, it's near unbearable! But I've come this far, gotten to this point, not because I had all the answers, but because I was willing to ask the questions. 

There are moments when the galaxies seem to turn at a dizzying pace; the problems to be solved are greater than applying this ray of light to the canvas. The problems go as far as generations to come, what influence will my decisions have on them? If I stay "nailed" to the office chair, how ill that be perceived? When the weight of my surmising gets too heavy, I walk away from them, leaving them to resolve at a later date. 

And just now, one of the answers, a possible solution to one of the queries revealed itself. In the calm of the moment.