Today was all uphill. Pushing, pulling and prodding. We are down to one car at the moment, and one of the kids is on crutches and pain meds for a bad knee sprain. I spent most of the day picking up the slack at home. Washing, drying, folding and feeding the slack, and finally fell into a hot bubble bath hoping to soak it all away and emerge fresh and ready to create. Instead I emerged into fresh hell of the teenage step-daughter variety (The one with the crutches). While I was angry and displeased in the moment, post-crisis I was moved to dabble my toes into Abstract Painting. While the technical skills aren’t there yet, I gained a new perspective on the situation between Crutches and myself and gained more appreciation for the Abstract style. My strokes were expressive but not pre-planned. And I knew when I was done only because I felt the emotion I was expressing change as if I were satisfied, finished with my statement. And then I looked at what I had created and saw so many nuances of our real life story played out in symbols and swipes. I finally understood what people really see that appreciate Abstract art.
I gained creative knowledge and experience, I found a healthy outlet for my feelings at the time, gained some insight into a relationship and kept my promise to create everyday. I call it a win!