Yesterday my parents came over
I love them very much, but sometimes I wonder what we’ll do when they visit—what we’ll talk about. This isn’t just with my parents; I feel it with many people. But they don’t always visit for an entire afternoon. The point is: I want to go deep. Not superficial conversations about the weather, groceries, politics, or wars… but meaningful talks about life—though yes, such subjects can also come into play. They may or may not.
For about a year now, I’ve been doing different work. No longer a “solid job” in the software industry—change management—but I started my own thing. If you want, you can check: www.time2flower.com
“Are you planning to sell them?” he asked
I nodded. “Will you stand at an exhibition?” Yes, I confirmed. There was a moment of silence, and I noticed he liked them. Some more than others—some were more cheerful, some less. And—with an eye for detail—he pointed out my “signature” and noted that I had two pieces not yet signed. Indeed!
For me, drawing is a passion, an expression of what is within me, what comes out of me. And that makes talking about it much more enjoyable. Also, by talking together about a drawing, I learn how someone else sees it, and what they see in it.
I don’t draw with a goal in mind, which sometimes is funny in conversations with someone who likes being practical and solving things. For instance, the question: “Why is that figure in your drawing so close to the edge?” Well, it’s not like I planned that. In fact, I had no idea what I would draw when I started. I can explain it, of course, but will it truly be understood?
I thought it was a lovely conversation. And what I liked best? His statement: “Actually, you are an artist, an art-woman [female artist].” I became so happy and proud from that. I felt seen! I am increasingly perceived as an artistic person when I meet new people. Nowadays I just say yes when they ask. With pride!
A huge freedom has emerged within me since I began drawing by feel. Intuitively. There really can’t be anything wrong. And if you make a little mistake, you can always turn it into something else.
Just like life. Beautiful, isn’t it?
