I have returned to Austin
I was questioning how much of art is a reflection of the artist.
When I shift
the painting shifts with me.
I have decided to expand my edges
braving new personal terrains.
I have committed to self expansion. Testing my own boundries.
I had waited long enough.
This place of waiting: You can spend an entire lifetime there...
with a buddy named "excuses" disguised as "reasons" why we
put our true desires on hold.
3 weeks ago... I started:
*Weekly Aerial Dance Classes (on silks)
*Weekly African Dance Classes
*Weekly Contact Improv Classes and Jams
*along with renewing my 4-5x a week ashtanga+anusara yoga practice
It has been the most humbling experience.
I've laughed, I've cried. I've had my pride handed to me with a smile.
I see my weaknesses..they are many and they are not pretty.
I see how much strength I need to develop.
I see that I am just beginning.
..and if..even if... I make an inch of progress each week...I knowing I am growing.
This expansion is emerging in my new art...
I hope I can trust the process as much as I am learning to trust myself.