I pulled out my notes to read what she said about my work: "You're work is superficial. All of this is just 'nice'. Demand honesty. No sugar coating. Dig deeper inside yourself... even if it's not pretty and pink. Don't be afraid to make your work ugly."
Wow. Thank you?
In the years since, I've realized that the work I enjoy creating IS pretty (and I'm not afraid to use pink either!). I subscribe to artist Henri Matisse's theory: "What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter." He also said, "In my paintings, I wish to create a spiritual remedy, similar to a comfortable armchair which provides rest..."
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So, it's no wonder that this theory spills over into my blog/writing. Perhaps people who come to this corner of mine, in the world wide web, think this life we lead is perfect. Let me assure you, it's not.
I guess what I'm trying to say is this: I like to talk about the happy things that happen around here. This blog of mine celebrates the successes that go on this home. Do I bake things all the time or have delicious home cooked meals often? Heck, no! But when I do, you KNOW I'm gonna take a picture to celebrate the occasion. Speaking of pictures, when I take photos of my kids/life, I like to scoot the messes to the side so I can zoom in on the happy subject. (Metaphorically and physically). I've decided it's not very fun to take pictures of my sink full of dishes, or the diapers that pile up next to the door (that was for you, Em. I know how much you love that), or when my kids are sobbing. Call me crazy, but that just doesn't sound very appealing.
I get it. Life isn't always "appealing". I know that. Duh! If you think it's dishonest for me to sweep aside the messes so I can zoom in on the happy kid, that's fine. If you think it's superficial for me to not go in depth about different dramas that occur around these parts, then okay, I'm superficial.
So, there you have it. I am messy. I am a worry-wort. I am impatient. I love to sleep (a lot). I am overweight. I lose my temper. I procrastinate. I'm not perfect. We have challenges. Our marriage isn't perfect. My kids aren't perfect. But, as corn-dog as it sounds, this life is perfect for me.
This blog right here is my happy place. So, in case you were wondering, that's how we roll around these parts.
Anyway, thanks for being my friend.