I probably should apologize for calling my muse a bitch. As much as I hate to admit it, it turns out that she actually knows what she's doing. For example, when she commanded me to complete one painting per week she was actually putting an end to a long standing argument between us. Her side of that argument was that painting should be the top priority in my life right now. My response has always been that I have too many “more important” things to do.
I realize now that when I accepted her one painting per week demand, I lost that argument forever. . . and I've never been so happy to be wrong.
To complete one painting each week, I have had to make painting a priority in my life. To complete one painting every week, I have had to make painting more important. And all those other “more important” things I have to do? They get done in the miraculous amount of extra time I've found between colors, between ideas and between the times when I am disgusted with my last brush stroke and ready to brave the next one.
Somehow by making painting more important it has become more important. Perhaps, as my muse insists, it always was. Not because of what I bring to the canvas so much but more because of what bringing things to the canvas does for my life.
Happy creating, indeed.
Victoria