The Creative Process of​Eternal Moments captured with Butterfly kisses

​With butterflies of anxiety in my stomach and looping thoughts of a mountain ahead, I stood stood in front of that blank canvas in my art studio.
How many times have I been here before...? Slowing down my own progress through procrastination... Sounds familiar?
"Ok", I said to myself, " just get started, break the ice..."
So I put on some beautiful soothing music, picked up my brush and the paint started to flow. Soon after that I could feel myself getting into it, and before I knew it, I was painting with my hands...quite a nice feeling, because it felt like I was blessing the canvas with love as I drew hearts and butterflies.
But the next day back in studio, I felt that artist block again. "Now what?! I broke the ice, the canvas is not white anymore, why I am I feeling like this again? Could it be because I know it is going to take a thousand+ brushstrokes to create two people and butterflies out of thin air?!" I sighed. And then the looping thought of self-doubt slowly crept in. How weird...I have been painting for 30 years and 22 years of being a professional artist, and I still do this to myself? Is this what self-sabotage looks like? Or imposters-syndrome?
Luckily that sweet little voice that always pulls me through started to sing in my ears..."You can do this, I believe in you!!!" (fortunately I am quite self-aware to know to listen deeply when it speaks.)
I started to mix the right skin-tone colors and put my brush to the canvas.
I breathed into the process and realized... Rome was not built in one day. Nothing great was done in an instant. We have created such an impatient-instant-everything culture, we lost our quality of connection to what is at hand in in front of us. This creates so much anxiety and frustration. NOW is where everything is, where we are, and all we have, and only from this perspective we can see it unfold...Moment by moment...breath by breath...brushstroke by brushstroke...
And throughout the creative process, every time I have to remind myself of this...

About 10 days into the journey spending time with the two beautiful ladies in front of me and so many brushstrokes, I felt that golden shift in myself. 
It was. liberating. I was. free. in flow.
I could feel them, with their wise presence in my studio. I had forgotten the essence of what I do and why I do it. I had to go through my own created suffering to... remember again... I love art deeply and I especially love painting people and animals, to capture their character and essence and make poetry of it through my brushstrokes.

So the butterflies of anxiety that were in my stomach, now left me at peace and made their way onto the painting to whisper words of love and transformation.
And I stood back, took a breath, hands on my heart, tears in my eyes. 
How grateful I am for my time and conversations with these inspiring women and their butterfly kisses. We shared an Eternal moment.
Every time, I am healed through Art and the Creative Process.

How has Art & Creativity healed you before?