Changing Directions | Making the Turn Anyways

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When it’s time to make a change or turn in your journey, you have to prepare yourself for the turn. Or, you can take the risk of losing control and just moving into your new turn without any warning. The more seasoned and prepared you are for a turn, the easier it is for you to maneuver curves and keep control.

Ever instantly identify a new driver on the road by how they slowly inch towards the turns on the roads? Or the super anxious new drivers who give their parent whiplash by not slowing down and drifting the curves like they’re auditioning for the 20th installment of the Fast and Furious?

The thing is that as long as you don’t crash or hurt yourself, a turn is a turn. A lesson is a lesson. Don’t be afraid to take that turn if you know you can make it. Don’t be embarrassed because you drive slower than molasses to get to the turn. You still got there. You’re still making a move towards somewhere you’ve never seen or experienced.

Regardless of how your change happens, make it happen. Even if you crash, pinpoint what you did wrong and don’t be afraid to get up and try again.

No one asks a driver how they exactly got to a destination. The point is they got there. So, if there is somewhere you want to go that’s off of your “projected” path, take that leap of faith and make the turn. Even if you have to slow down and bit, make the turn. Even if you missed a few of the warning signs that the turn was coming up, if you still can, make the turn.

A change in direction is not a setback if the destination is where you’re meant to be. Make the turn and if it doesn’t work out, it’s now just a path you know not to take anymore.

Signed,

Art Undone

The Art Experience | Finding The Feeling of Freedom

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July 16th was the day I felt freedom for the first time in a long time. In my favorite city of Chicago, sitting on the floor cross-legged, I had a blank canvas in front of me. My friend, Rachael, was already painting. As the “Have a Good Day” Spotify playlist played in the background, I looked at my blank canvas. I had to think. I couldn’t put anything onto the canvas until I had an idea. So, I finally eyed the color that I wanted. It was a beautiful turquoise color. It stood out among the bunch. This was it. I was finally going to paint.

In the corner of my eyes, I see Rachael going to town on her canvas. With little regard to any vision she may have had, she just layers colors on colors. Her fingernails are now a different color with a mixture of acrylic paint slowly drying on her hands as she is in her own world. I’m jealous because I won’t let myself do that. I’m trying to make sure that the paints stay on the clean plate I’ve put a couple dabbles on. The horror to imagine the paint getting into my manicured nails. I don’t know if this will stain or now. So, I carefully caress the canvas with my flathead brush as I cover the canvas with a sea of seawater blue. Every stroke feels like I’m transferring any stress from my body to the canvas. The energy is turned from stress to relief. However, in the corner of my eye, I see Rachael has now taken a cup, mixed with various colors proceeds to pour the entire cup onto the canvas. My GOD! I’m not OCD, but the mess! I’m freaking out in the inside, but more than anything I’m jealous. She’s so free. She is painting to paint without the restrictions of a vision. How ever her canvas turns out, it will be great. It’s a guaranteed masterpiece because of the energy put into.

At this point, I decide to get a little “frisky” and take a copper, metallic paint and softly stroke some on the canvas. It’s always a stroke. Precise and intentional. Boring. It’s okay. I’ve definitely painted something like this before. I know how it’s going to true out before I’m even finished. It’s my usual. It’s creative, but not risky. Just enough not to get me out of my comfortable zone. I don’t know what to do next because although this is quite boring, it’s nice. But, I’m jealous. I’m jealous because I realize I care completely too much. I was so close to asking Rachel to give me another canvas because this one was ugly (more so basic). It wasn’t going to be revived. I almost said that. But, thankfully I did something that I will forever be grateful for.

Taking a note from Rachael, I take all of the colors that spoke to me and I squeezed them on the back of the plate. Then I did something I would NEVER do at home. I took my perfectly structured canvas and splatted the paint on my canvas. And I did it again. And I did it again. And I did it again. When I ran out of paint, I put more on the plate and repeated the process. Every time I splattered the plate onto the canvas, I didn’t know what would happened, but I kept on going. I just did what felt good. I kept on splatting until I was satisfied. Then I looked at my canvas in complete shock. It was nothing I would expect, but it was everything I loved. It was free. It was freedom.

My canvas turned into art because I gave myself the chance to be free for once and not put expectations on the outcome. I did what felt good. I did what felt free. Sitting and looking at my canvas, I couldn’t believe I made something so out of bounds. What a masterpiece. What a mess and a masterpiece at the same time. My hands were now covered with paint. I didn’t even reach for a paper towel. I just asked for another canvas because I wanted to feel that again. I wanted to allow myself to feel and not think. Just do what feels good. Art is about feelings. If you don’t feel when you make it, no matter the sentiment, you aren’t really making Art. So, I attribute July 16th as one of my many recent awakening moments. That’s the night I fell in love with painting because I felt it. So, thank you to Rachael for being fearless and showing me that it’s okay to let loose. Here’s to painting more blank canvases and allowing myself to be free.

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So, whatever makes you feel free, do that.

Signed,

Art Undone

Fun Gone Wrong | I Got Stuck In The Pits of Hell!

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I got stuck in the pits of hell. Don’t be me.

I don’t think I’ve ever been claustrophobic, but I can tell you I was close to the edge. *Cues Lil Uzi ‘XO Tour Life. I’d been in the freaking foam pit for approximately 30 seconds, but it seemed like an hour. Without even thinking, I jumped into the foam pit at Sky Zone. Immediately surrounded by an insane amount of foam squares, I couldn’t feel my feet. Well, I could feel them, but standing was an issue. I instantly regretted my spare of the moment “brilliant” idea to jump into the foam pit. Also, forgetting to realize that I’m a big ting that wouldn’t just float on foam!

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Immediately deciding I didn’t like my predicament, I tried to walk to the to the edge of the trampoline where I could climb out. Nothing moved but my roots, which started to sweat out my silk press. So, I started to panic. I tried to step on the form squares and push myself upwards. NOTHING. At this point, I’m completely freaking out. I see the trifling worker looking at me like, “I don’t get paid enough to have those problems”.

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Ugh! All, I was thinking at this point is that I need to get the hell out of here and right now. I tried a couple different techniques in a rush to free myself from the pits of hell and…NOTHING. Your girl was shooketh to the core. I felt hopeless. So, how am I here today…

By the grace of God and whatever angels may have been looking out for me, I told myself to calm down. Breath in. Breath Out. Now, think. And that’s exactly what I did, I calmed down and thought about the most feasible way to get out the pits of hell. About 30 seconds (or more, who’s counting?), I was freed from the pits of hell and I never ever looked back or jumped into another foam pit. I swear, I’ve never felt so relieved in my life.

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Moral of my horrific story? When life throws you into the pits of hell and all hope seems to be lost, you need to calm tf down and think. While we are trying to better our situations as soon as possible, the urgency to change our predicament causes us to act without thinking. With no time to think, we usually make mistakes we normally wouldn’t make with a little pre-planning and quick thinking. No, I didn’t stay in the pits of hell for 10 minutes whining and thinking, I took a second to gather myself and thought of an efficient exit plan.

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So, don’t be like me. Instead of panicking and simmering in the pits of hell, keep calm and plan your exit.

Signed,

ART never jumping in a Foam Pit