I often think of how the creation of art relates to spirituality. Creating a painting has similarities to meditative practice. The clearing of the mind, while one awaits an image. It's a paradox- that to create a work, or to meditate takes discipline, yet within that discipline one must totally let go and become expansive. I am also often struck as to how many times in painting must I let go of attachments. There will be elements and parts of a painting that I just love, can't live without them! But they are hindering the whole work, they just don't fit. They get painted over, that little area that was so beautiful and precious to me. So similar to life when we like out possessions, our habits, our addictions, our stuff. Can't live without them! But what are they doing to our life's canvas?
