As I was thinking about this blog post title, I thought how much it fits how I feel most days: a work in progress. And somehow that always feels slightly wrong to me. As though - if I really had my life figured out - I would have arrived already. But at what? And where?
I'm realizing more and more that my life is a work in progress. And whenever I think I have it figured out and things are going smoothly, "life" happens and suddenly everything is changed again and I find myself on a new platform from which to view everything and adjust.
Considering how long this has been happening (all the years I've been alive) and how life continues to change around me, it makes me laugh to even think about arriving somewhere where everything is set. Change is part of life. And it's good! And to be honest, it keeps life interesting.
The way I am painting right now reminds me of that. My paintings go through many layers. Each one is important and adds to the one before, but they are not the final stage. Some of them I like and others make me want to paint over them immediately. But then I add a little something somewhere, and suddenly everything looks different to me.
The final painting, when it feels done to me, is the sum of all the layers. Even the ones you can't see anymore are still there. And somehow they contribute even if it's only for some extra texture.
This painting is far from finished, but I wanted to share this stage with you because of the color. I love how it peaks out - like sunshine under storm clouds.
I hope you are all doing well!! I love that you keep visiting and commenting! I'm hoping to come by your blogs tonight...