the paints and the brushes…

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Sometimes you have to make a bunch of bad art to get to the good stuff.

I am at that point… just reams  and reams of bad art…

nothing satisfies.

When people ask me ,”What are you painting these days?”

My response is … “nothing.”

What I should say is “nothing good”… because I am working on things… but nothing is what I want it to be.

People have taken pieces out of the trash, “can I have this?”…and I shake my head in disbelief…if only they could see what it is supposed to be!

I keep seeing these amazing visions… and I want to see it on this earth… like, now… or better yet, fifteen minutes ago.

I see blank paper and paints and know what they could be…

I see a jar full of brushes and know what they could do if given a chance…

I see blocks of time and …well that just intimidates me.

So I will keep on… keep chipping away at it.

I will keep making bad art… which at least is headed in the direction of  art.

Better bad art than nothing at all.

Better to see what He is saying…even if it doesn’t do any justice to what I see..

Because I see it… and I want it.

It’s just in the future … and knowing it’s there keeps me moving toward it.