the quiet of the night

I find that sometimes in the quiet of the night something happens to my creative energy; it starts to wake up. I have a poster in my studio which I love by Brian Andreas which goes like this:

I’ve always liked the time before dawn because there’s no one around to remind me who I’m supposed to be.  So it’s easier to remember who I am…

I think the night does change how an artist or a writer thinks and works.  Maybe because we are tired and can be honest, or maybe because we are able to properly be alone with ourselves in the hush,  allowing our thoughts to complete themselves without the noises of our lives to distract us.  Sometimes at night I feel like there is a whole universe that is unexplored and waiting…waiting for me to tap into it.  The funny thing is; I’m usually too tired to complete whatever I start…sigh.  But alas, there is tomorrow to finish what the night hath brought.

The painting here was made mostly during the night.  My father died a few years ago of cancer and I painted this well before his death while I was struggling with his illness.  He was such a strong man physically and mentally.  So watching him go down was like watching a crocodile fighting a tiger.  I only have a few paintings where I have been able to translate my emotions onto the canvas.  This is one of them.  I can’t sell this one, but nor can I hang it in my house. But when I look at it, it’s like reading a journal that I wrote at that exact time in my life.  I have been asked where the hope is in this painting and always say, “It’s all over in it”.  There is always hope.

I believe in listening to the ideas that come to us in the quiet of the night.  I think we all need more quiet to be able to create or to heal or problem solve.  Just a thought…

~ by ambeckart on May 29, 2012.

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