Whenever I am in the midst of a creative project, I am notorious for letting the medium “do what it does.” I am in a dialogue with the paint, canvas, and sometimes even my hands–who don’t always draw the foundation sketch I have in my mind’s eye.
Many times I have happy accidents that take the piece in a direction I never dreamed of. Sometimes I struggle with experimentation in the middle of a painting. What happens to this if I move that? What if the paint dries, what if it drips, what if I’m out of a color I need–AND all the colors it takes to mix it up? This isn’t working–that isn’t “right.”
Does it make me less of an artist to surrender some control? When I start a piece, I usually allow for the idea that it may not turn out like the original vision, and I am okay with that. In fact, I enjoy it. Somehow, some way, I feel like God painted it with me. I like letting the flow “in” to paint.
Such is my life, full of unexpected wonderfulness that turned out way better than I could have planned.
I’m all for some planning–it’s necessary to organize life and cover the basics. I don’t ever want to be unwilling to flex if something cool shows up, though.