Creativity

April 21, 2025

Back in the fall of 2018 – you know, BC, “before covid” – I discovered an art form that uses fluid paint to produce beautiful abstract designs. For about 18 months I was privileged to be able to master several different paint pouring techniques and had even begun selling my work. What I was surprised to find was the level of emotional healing I was experiencing, and without any conscious knowledge of it during the process. I felt calmer after a painting session, many of my worries, anxieties, and fears were dissipating, and these feelings of peace were beginning to carry over into my everyday life.

Fast forward to March 15, 2020, the day in which the US declared a state of emergency and the country went into lockdown due to the Covid 19 Pandemic. Only one day before, I had stood in my friend’s great room (my makeshift studio at the time), struggling to stretch seven cups of paint onto my largest canvas yet – 24″X24″! The finished piece now hangs in my small apartment, serving as a reminder of what I lost that day more than five years ago. Hard to believe how much has changed since I last handled a jug of Floetrol.

I lost more than a place to sling paint the day of the lockdown. For almost three months prior I had been in conversation with another local artist about renting a small studio in downtown Hopewell (VA). My plan was to teach classes in fluid paint, with a focus on its impact on trauma healing and body awareness. On March 15, 2020 that dream died, and as the next 77 days ticked by, I watched my hometown breathe its last. The nearly revived downtown area was left beyond repair. The pandemic had essentially put a stop to any hope I had of obtaining an affordable studio space.

But, like most tragic tales, the end of my business-owner’s dream turned out to be for the best. How could I have foreseen that over the next five years I would move three times, live with 2 of my grandkids during their most formative years, land in a very small studio apartment, establish myself in the RVA as a Pickleball Instructor & Spiritual Life Coach/Tarot reader, bury my father, move my mother into an assisted living facility, and prepare my home of origin for sale! Faster than it should have, pouring paint became a distant memory.

Recently, on the other side of so much change, my innate desire to create began to stir, and much like my experience with pouring paint, in late summer-early fall of 2024, I stumbled upon yet another captivating abstract art medium. Neurographica^(R) is a drawing technique developed in 2014 by Russian architect and psychologist Pavel Piskarev. Its widespread use is most likely due to the extreme accessibility of the method (paint pouring requires gallons of paint, Floetrol & glue, lots of level space, and is by far the messiest, most time-consuming art form I have ever encountered!). In contrast, neurographic art demands little in the way of supplies, space, and needs zero inborn ‘talent’ for drawing – in other words, if you can manage to create a squiggly line and the bare resemblance of simple shapes, then you, too can create a beautiful expression of your deepest thoughts and emotions around any topic!

And so a new chapter opens. While I know I will likely never work with fluid paint again, the lessons I learned through that process – in fact, all of the processes I have discovered in my life – will continue to live on within me, coloring every step I take with a beautiful rainbow of change and flow.

If you are interested in discovering the powerful impact neurographic art can have in your life, check out my updated services page or email ripplesofinsight@gmail.com. I would love nothing more than to work with you, in person or online. Until then, art on!

Thanks so much for reading.

The pleasant female voice on the radio described the composer as a Renaissance Man. She elaborated with the words “musician, writer, and painter, among other things”. I couldn’t help but think, That sounds like me!

A whirlwind of music blew through the first half of my life. As a teenager, I stood atop my bed belting “I am Woman” out of the open windows, to the chagrin of my neighbors; my senior year in college, I performed a vocal recital in four different languages – none of them English; and for 25 years I led a congregation of worshipers behind a guitar and sometimes a conductor’s wand. Today the only exercise my vocal cords will get is either in what I like to call ‘car karaoke’ or joining my daughter and son-in-law around the family upright. Here is a humorous sample of what I used to do.

A coffeehouse in Johnson City, TN, circa 2010. In the evenings alcohol was served.
The drunk man dancing to and from the bar makes this piece a classic.

I am so passionate about reading that I finally wrote a novel of my own, and should the stars align, a few more to come. Over the years I have engaged in all sorts of arts and crafts, including cross stitch, sewing, gardening, jewelry making and even putting together bird feeders using vintage dishes, wire, and beads. But the 1970’s sewing machine my mother gave me is long gone, I sold all of the bird feeders when I left my yard behind, and most of the other crafts in my life have given way to a new-found passion for acrylic paint. With four family members who are painters in their own right, I often wondered if I would ever create something of beauty on a canvas, especially after the nightmare experience I had at ten. In December of 2018 (while investigating abstract art), I stumbled upon paint pouring and decided to give it a try. Interspersed in this post are some of the pieces I have made (and sold or given as gifts).

We have all heard the saying,

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Margaret Wolfe Hungerford

Today as I scrolled through the Go Make Some Art! Facebook page, it occurred to me that true beauty is in the soul of the creator, kind of like the difference between the technically savvy pianist and the one who can make the instrument sing. You know what I mean. Writers whose words come to life, painters, singers, even cooks who ply their craft with such heart that those who partake of their works are moved to deep emotion. This is the connection we crave, for without it, what meaning can we give to the things we create?

There is something about working with the hands that bridges the gap between body and soul. When I plant a seed, push a needle, or tilt a canvas, my mind is forced to let go its heady thoughts and focus on that space inside where the real life of me lies. As an outer reflection of what the inner eye sees, the visual arts demand the most of a person. But to lay anything to canvas is to subject one’s soul to the judgements of every passerby, and if the artist does not love his or her own heart well, there is the possibility of self-loathing and despair. But judging with criticism what the hands have made diminishes the life of the soul within, even if just a little.

“Black and Blue Smash”
5X7 Acrylic on Canvas
SOLD! $45

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then the hands are the expression of it.

I commented on a post in that same forum that perhaps artists (of all kinds) have a unique avenue to discovering their own worthiness. We all know the feeling of ‘not good enough’ – not smart enough, not pretty enough, not strong enough, not thin enough, not, not, not… E N O U G H. But there is something healing in the physical expression of that invisible part of ourselves – at least it can be, if we will let go our judgements of good, bad, beautiful, ugly, worthy, unworthy. Perhaps all that has ever been necessary is connection – the commitment to transform the invisible into something tangible.

Last week my daughter gave me permission to go to India – or anywhere else in the world – if I ever felt the need to ‘find myself.’ As much as I appreciate the freedom she afforded me, the idea makes me laugh! I have learned the hard way that wherever you go, there you are.

As a man thinks in his heart, so he is.
Proverbs 23:7

If you lose touch with yourself, a new address will not suffice to find you. Truly nothing outside of you has the power to discover the you that exists in that mysterious unknown of the heart, where no tangible road goes – except the one that travels outward.

Mystic Garden Spray
8X10 Acrylic on Canvas

Creating a work of art requires connecting with that invisible part. If the artist succeeds in ignoring the critical mind, a true understanding of the self can emerge. With understanding comes a healing of the breach – the chasm between self and other grows smaller or disappears. All that is required is acceptance. When we know who we are and learn to love what we have come to know, then not only can nothing outside of us discover us, but nothing outside of us can ever judge or harm us again.

Today, may you be inspired to create.* Go make some art! ~ and discover parts of you that up until now, you never knew existed. In the making, in the doing, in the expressing, and in the seeing, be kind to yourself, and may that kindness be your road to wholeness. Remember that you are a soul on a journey of self-discovery. A journey that never will never end.