Wednesday, July 7, 2010
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about Louise's "How to Paint a Donkey" project, based on Naomi Shihab Nye's poem by the same name. For those of you who haven't already had the privilege of reading that poem, i will include it again below. You can click here to read about my initial response to the poem.
Sometime between the lovely moment when i received Louise's initial email & a few weeks ago, i decided i needed to paint my very own donkey. I just had to.
And here he is.
**"Just Right" donkey is now available as prints in my Etsy shop
I have to say, i just adore him.
Painting him taught me so much. He taught me that creating really is about just expressing--could we possibly let it be just about that? Not about good or bad, but about allowing something to move through us.
It's amazing how many people i run into who describe themselves as "not being creative." Really? Doesn't that simply mean they are getting in the way of their own precious, unique expression, their own need to express? I don't believe there is a single person out there who doesn't have something to tell, something to let out & set free.
Imagine if we stopped caring about good or bad & simply picked up a pen or a paintbrush or a guitar or maybe just started singing out loud or shaking our booty?
This sweet donkey talked to me the whole time he was being created. He told me to just show up & begin. He told me to trust, that he was all mine, that he didn't need to look like anyone else's donkey. He told me not to quit even when he looked like a big mess on the canvas. He told me that he was just right, exactly as he is. And that i am too.
And i love him for that.
Thank you, Naomi Shihab Nye, for the beauty of this poem. It has healed me in so many ways. And thank you, Louise, for being sweet you & listening to your own whisperings.
How to Paint A Donkey
by Naomi Shihab Nye
She said the head was too large,
the hooves too small.
I could clean my paintbrush
but I couldn’t get rid of that voice.
While they watched,
I crumpled him,
let his blue body
stain my hand,
I cried when he hit the can.
She smiled. I could try again.
Maybe this is what I unfold in the dark,
deciding for the rest of my life,
that donkey was just the right size.
P.S: Stay tuned for a very special guest post for this Friday's fearLESS Friday!
Posted by Julia at 10:02 PM