8 x 16 Oil on Canvas
Did your parents make you eat your vegtables, did you rebel? Last week I was having one of those weeks when I had not done much painting, if any at all. Why is it that the thing I want to do; I don't do? So I had a little pow-wow with myself. Amazing what you can find out when you check in.
I figured out it all goes back to not wanting to eat my vegetables, not wanting to clean my room, not wanting to do "whatever" it was my parents wanted me to do. That was over 35 years ago, but that little rebel was still alive and well and still kicking. It was the unconscious instinct to rebel against whatever I was being told to do, never mind it was ME telling me what to do.
So I decided then and there I was going to change this up a bit, put a new song on my i-pod. So here's my new plan. Right after my 10 year old plays her little rebellion game, the adult Amy will remind her she wants to do it and how much she enjoys doing it. I see it as the difference between feeling forced or pushed and feeling joyously pulled. I still hate rutabaga, but this week I had no trouble bringing myself to the easel.