Standing Still/Porch Steps
I took out my camera to take a picture of Ivy riding her bike, and when I turned it on, this is the image I saw in the screen. I said, hells yeah, and snapped a picture. I loved all the textures, the different colors of gray, the leaves, the slippers, and then my constant companions, a journal and my big honking bag.
And then when I was looking for a work of art to post today, I was choosing between two paintings, (yes I have a back log of paintings) one of which I like better, and then this one
acrylic on paper, 8x5"
I said, it's the same thing.
Standing still, grounding oneself, and still managing to fly.
This is the tension of life, my life, at least. Finding a way to be grounded in the every day living while still letting the imagination fly, while still being creative. A balance between ideas and reality. The dance of the dreams and the what-is.
I can't say I've mastered this dance. I'm still learning the steps. And these steps keep changing. Always new ones to learn.
How do you manage to balance the real world with your dreams?