Play At Art Making

“There is work that is work and there is play that is play; there is play that is work and work that is play. And in only one of these lies happiness.” 

― Gelett Burgess

I climb the stairs in anticipation. No phone, front door locked, I hope to enter a world of play. Mugs of brushes, pencils, tubes of paint, and sticks of smooth waxy color call me to choose them to create.

This is my playtime. I get to make a mess. If I choose to leave the mess, I walk away, guilt free. Some days I work with watercolor, others days acrylic paint, or just a pencil to draw, works wonders. Outside the birds sing and cars go by and I am really happy there.

There are paintings from the past, and current canvases, and I even see notes on my wall which give me ideas of paintings in the future. 

Attention to detail has become a new strength. That was work in the past but this work is now play. When duty calls I finally take off my apron, check that every tube of paint has a lid and go downstairs, refreshed and alive.

 I have been writing with the Five Minute Friday group for three years and I really enjoy the talented writers who share themselves each week.