Focused on Other Things...

I've spent my "extra time" the last couple of days exploring art on Etsy. There is some amazing talent there! It makes me yearn to paint. It got me thinking about what my paintings are lacking, or better yet, wanting for. I've been trying to figure out how to get depth and that ghostly quality to my paintings, but it seems impossible with acrylic mediums only. Encaustic paintings have attracted me for the last couple of years. After exploring the encaustic section of Etsy I realized that that is the medium I've been yearning for. But how to do this? I'm almost able in our new space - as soon as it is done. I told Steven this morning that he'll have to build me an art table. More and more I think the guest bedroom is going to be the art room. Or could I do it on an 8 foot desk in the office? I'm finding it's more fun to be in the same room with Steven than off on my own.

It's still not time yet, as you can see. My whole process of becoming is about patience. It's about the path of patience. So many ideas, but the timing isn't there quite yet. When will it all blossom? I just don't know. I can feel it ripening. Maybe it's all been waiting for this house to be done. Or has that just been an excuse? Maybe I just have to start. I've had all kinds of ideas floating through my head over the last couple of years, but I haven't known what to do with them. Looking at other people's art brings me a little closer each time to knowing...

That box of stamps is screaming for something to be done with them. Those beads, buttons and a slew of wire are all beconing to be used. Needles and thread - fabric. All once a passion. And birds. What to do with them all? It's coming, slowly. It's coming...

Maybe I've just been waiting for the wax to melt!