The Art of Distraction

The Art of Distraction

Posted by Lynda Houston on 8th Feb 2019

Sometimes when it comes time to work on my flower sculpture (those days for which I longingly wait) - the blank canvas is finally before me and I am suddenly paralyzed.

I sit and stare at salvaged cans, tins, pie plates, along with my wood petals, that I will turn into my flower sculpture.

Suddenly, the overwhelm sets in. 

So, I make coffee. Get a snack. Check my email. Check my Etsy shop stats. Call mom. 

I'll suddenly do anything to get out of doing what I love - because of what?

Making a mistake? Making a crappy piece of flower art? Frustration? Followed of course, by plummeting self worth?

Yes, all of it. 

And sometimes there is cursing, almost always a few tears, and then I somehow reach clarity and can finally

Just. 

Start. 

Working.

And after so many months and years of fighting it, I have come to realize that this is my process. 

These uncomfortable actions and avoidance tactics are what finally get me to the good stuff - the point where I make a piece of art that I am eager to share with the world. 

So yeah, the art process is painful, uncomfortable, and in the end, my most wonderful place to be.