Freedom of Freedom

Featuring: my box of paints.

For those of us that recognize the lifestyle of living in a small space, which I currently do, we know it requires efficiency and can present its challenges. Every day I paint, I must take everything out and inherently put everything away when I'm finished. Some days this task is easier than others.

The hobby pictured here allows me to spread out and unleash without the restriction of walls. Weather permitting, I’ll go outside and do just that: let go of what is asking to be let go. This happens most often with canvas or paintbrush.

If you’re anything like me, you may have caught that statement about letting go, and how when I paint, I’ll go outside to embark on that journey. I said that to deliberately emphasize the literal and metaphoric nature of this act of unleashing, letting go.

This I say as a professional human, and an infinitely growing fine-artist.

To dig a little deeper, we’re going to sidebar / flashback to the moment I realized my love for writing: to graduate high school I was required to write an essay “sufficiently” describing what I do/where I go to feel free; all of which had to be done in a mediocre room, alone, and with a time limit.

As I wrote, I knew I Am that space; that with a pen and paper I Am That power.

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One of my recent clients made a point to say how surprised she was at my artistic talent; she assumed I'd just begun. Although there is some truth to that, it brought me joy to reflect on the very first time I'd painted and everything that came with it.

Recently I told someone how I found humor in the way my hobbies ask me to slow down, when I'd prefer to lay on the gas pedal. The irony of this says everything we "need to know."

Writing, painting, singing, walking, snapping pictures or any other joy I choose in this world both harbor and eradicate self-imposed borders. That being said, each time any of us uplift the soul, an intangible vortex of time-space reality is created that knows no bounds.

We don’t “go” anywhere in Freedom, we carry it with us. And if we're lucky, we remove gold chains as our act of service, inwardly and publicly devoting ourselves to the journey.

Love, Angela