Take the Bounce
I hesitate to admit this, but I think my paintings may actually be gone. I’ve been super busy with my condo redo: culling, clearing, cleaning, repairing, repainting, reorganizing. Moving stuff to storage, tearing things down, giving things away. The process seems to have lasted for months. Happily, my place now feels spacious, open, uncluttered, inviting - bright white walls, select items on display, and - ahhhh - room to breathe.
It was a major upheaval to live in all that messy chaos, moving piles from here to there and back again as I progressed from room to room, sleeping on the couch because my bed was piled with stuff. My life screeched to a halt, no room in my brain for creativity or restful relaxation; I could only think about the next item on my list.
I felt scattered, drained yet determined, knowing what a great thing I was accomplishing for my Future Self. This preoccupation caused me to misplace some paintings. I was taking them to Forrest’s to be videoed. Somewhere between my place and his, I set them down and left them. Now they are gone and no one has, as yet, responded to my “lost” notices asking for their return.
It took awhile for me to remember exactly which paintings were in the bunch. A couple of in-progress pieces, and “Spiralocity” - a cherished painting that was inches to completion and a joy to create. Also, a painting I had recently sold. That feels the worst as it affects another.
I was devastated. Oddly, I didn’t spend too much time beating myself up. That’s a first for me. And a huge win. Progress, for sure. I lived a few sorrowful days, but I’m better now. I took the bounce and realized I can still create. I haven’t lost an arm or an eye or my brain. I’m healthy and loved and I’m already back in the studio.
I’m still hopeful. Hopeful that whoever has them will feel moved to give them back. But I’m moving on because that’s the best gift I can give myself. Accept the loss, acknowledge the grieving process while taking the next logical step.
Be safe, be happy!