I have spent many years feeding the philosophy of snapshots on the wall and the nostalgia of capturing childhood moments to remember. I have been painting my children and the children of others ever since I became a mom seventeen plus years ago.
This morning I awoke with a trembling anxiety. What am I going to do with all those smiling faces? My home is filled with them. My crawl spaces are packed with them. My newest and oldest studio walls crowded with them. My children are no longer children. I have "young adults" now. They are now telling their own stories and expressing themselves through social media, sports, music and play. They are old enough now to "paint" their own lives.
It won't be long till the desire to downsize my life and live in a smaller space will force me to edit my work and make choices.
What memories (paintings) are safe to hold? What memories (paintings) are safe to let go?
"If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future.
If you are at peace, you are living in the present." Lao Tzu
How can I stop painting the Past? How can I paint the Now?