Today I was thinking about inspiration. I said to someone, "I'm inspired". Then later I questioned what this meant.
You see, I don't believe in inspiration. The muse is oh so real, but it's not that easy. It doesn't just come when you're sitting around. It's not something you wait for.
It comes when you're mixing paint. You're caught up in the moment. You're trying, you're editing, you're piecing things together.
It comes when you breathe deeply, and keep going.
It comes when you focus, and hold on.
It comes when you're moving.
It comes after you've gotten over the terror of having no idea what's going to happen.
It comes, and you know when it does.
So I guess you could say, I don't believe in inspiration. What I believe in is work and time and effort.
I believe in innocence. It comes when you've given up trying. Surrendering is active. Letting go and catching the flow is a decision, a fine line. It comes to meet a dedicated hand, engaged in the practice.
Hi I'm Fotini
Welcome to my blog!
I am a painter currently based in Greenville, South Carolina. Through my work, I seek to communicate an internal narrative using traditional painting processes.
Here you will find information about what I am working on, recollections of my process, things that inspire me. I am asking questions about art, writing letters to myself, reflecting, learning, growing, discovering. Thank you for joining and supporting the adventure.