Some plan it, measure it, apply precision
But is it beautiful enough?
Has it flourished?
Some hurl rainbows
And surf their abandon
Reaching for nirvana before the wave breaks.
Some can’t find it.
So they pick pick pick pick pick pick pick pick pick pick pick pick pick
They grasp at a starting point
But like the end of the sticky tape,
They fear it could disappear in a moment’s panic.
It’s fragile, this thing we are searching for.
So
Apply your method, claim your path.
And walk those well-worn tracks again….
Because
The light will always shine a different way,
The wind always carries a new suggestion,
And your heart will always settle on a fresh idea.
You’ll only find your way home, if you go your own way.
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“You can only find your way home if you go your own way”
Fits in with a “discussion” I was having with my husband this morning. Long story but just to say this gives me clarity 🙂 x
Thanks Diane, glad this helped 🙂
in one of George Harrison’s last interviews he said, ‘If you don’t know where you are going any road will take you there. Just thought intuitively, that that this statement was part of the mix that gives us our direction.
I was inspired to write this after binge watching Landscape / Portrait Artist of the Year (guilty pleasure!) and becoming intrigued by the way the artists approached the tasks set. I believe that ultimately it’s about having confidence that you will find the inspiration / flow / muse and I guess using the methods that work for you – taking any road takes real faith though! Not sure I’m there yet, but certainly the most exciting artists to watch were the ones who did just that because it was edge of the seat terrifying stuff! One eventual winner would mess his work up on purpose in order to challenge himself and eventually find his way to the picture he was happy with…. What seemed maverick the first time he did it, actually was a process he repeated – his way home I guess. The creative process and how different people navigate it is fascinating stuff. I’ve only scratched the surface I suspect ….. 🙂