Here we gooooo!
“What strikes me is the fact that in our society, art has become something which is related only to objects and not to individuals or to life. That art is something which is specialized or which is done by experts who are artists. But couldn’t everyone’s life become a work of art? Why should the lamp or the house be an art object, but not our life?” Michel Foucault
So much of my painting process is intuitive–that is, I make some marks on a surface because it “feels” right to put them in certain places. I’ll stand back and have a sense of “There needs to be a bit more yellow in that area.” Foucault’s quotation has got me thinking about how the same intuition can apply to everyday life. If I view my life as a painting, then maybe I can have more objectivity about how to refine it. Do I need to add a bit of blue on my life canvas (more sleep) or a bit of yellow (more playtime)? Do I need to make more drippy shapes (immerse myself in the studio for the day) or make some new scratches (get out of my usual routine)? Can I use my intuition more often to help me make an art out of how I live? What are your thoughts about this–have you ever considered your life as a work of art in progress?
Looking forward to hearing your stories and sharing the journey in the coming weeks and months.
All the very best,