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Robin: Going Deep

Preparing for a road trip last weekend, I gathered some books to read in the car and came across one called When I’m Big, by Debi Gliori. It is the story of a little boy who is dreaming of all the things he would do when he’s older. One page depicts these big, beautiful, stylized whales with the little boy snorkeling in their midst saying “I’m going swimming with the whales in the deep blue sea instead of splashing in the bathtub.”

As I read that line, I realized this fearlessness represents the spirit of most children. Somehow that vibrancy tends to leave us when we become adults. We decide to play only in the shallow end. And if we do venture out too far and we are unsuccessful, we vow never to go out quite that far again. When I look at my little one, I see she has the personality of “why not?” in her. And for some things, I have to rein that in, like in issues pertaining to safety. But in many instances the exploration is where the meat of life in all its juiciness occurs.

I see that when it comes to other creative endeavors OUTSIDE OF WRITING, I treat it as an “all or nothing” transaction. Like so many other ventures in my life, I have a zealous beginning followed by a drastic ending with the hindsight of what the hell was that. What I am finding though is that the creative process entails in large part growing into yourself and finding how your unique self is able to express most freely. And then as I drift back to my home base — writing — I find MORE strength to push back into uncharted waters and maybe just see — IF I CHOOSE TO.

So the paints and the “good paper” are out again. Colors of red and green and blue and all the mixtures in between are falling together boldy. And I am swimming toward the deep end.

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  1. it feels great when that moment grabs you for all it’s worth, huh?

    i keep looking at my late father-in-law’s box of watercolor tubes and his wooden easel standing in the corner of our garage and think, when will i have the nerve? when will i not feel like i’m invading into this artist’s territory…i am not quite there yet. but maybe sometime this summer. i want to be sure i will not hurt my mil’s feelings by seeing them out and in use. but i also know she is a very practical person who hates to see things go to waste.

    June 21, 2010
  2. cath, that sounds like it would be a lovely tribute to your father in law helping to keep his spirit alive. I hope that you MIL will be able to see that and even be touched by it. Very beautiful things could come from it.

    June 22, 2010
  3. i am off to writing campo for two days! i spoke with her, and she would rather see them in use, than languishing in thegarage.

    June 22, 2010
  4. YAY!!!! I am so happy! Enjoy (and post pics!)

    June 22, 2010
  5. that stretching is scary sometimes, isn’t it. and it’s so true that children are fearless. i watch my girls drawing and painting and there’s never any hesitation in them. each house, each flower, each funny little lopsided dog is a new masterpiece. i hope they never lose that magic. i’ve been trying to follow in their footsteps, and funny that i just went through my blog and created an ‘artful journey’ category/label so i could back and more easily visit all my post about that trip. good inspiration and reminders for me that i can do more than i think i can. we all can. i can’t wait to see what you do with the water colors, cathy.

    June 24, 2010
  6. Kelly, we are so lucky to have these blogs of ours-what an opportunity to see how much growth we have in our creative arenas if we just “start!”

    June 24, 2010

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