|Original one-of-a-kind art by Judith Parsons Art.|
San Francisco 2018
This art took a few days to create.
Becoming one with the process, enjoying the time that it takes to create complicated art is the sign of a mature artist.
I am figuring out the niche I am good at.
Precision is something -I never thought much about. It took returning to college to acquire my graduate degree, to finally embrace the .005 line of perfection.
With the laser cutter, I learned the art of exact puzzle pieces.
It is a process, learning. We can't jump into the deep end with out first learning to swim. It is all making wonderful sense.
Truth be told, it is easier to do precision work with out the fog of additives. Just trust me on this one. Don't delve into the foggy realm of trying to soften reality. The fog covers everything up. The world becomes silent. Eventually isolation of the white out shrouds everything. Making life very difficult.
Try your best to life straight up, no additives of drugs. I have restarted a few times, when I do partake of drink, I awaken feeling frustrated. Wondering why I make the choices I make. When I KNOW they aren't good for me. Having said that, why do we do what we do?
So. Here I go again. This is week 3 of being "on the dry wagon." (Who makes up these strange sayings?) Divinity, serenity, trinity. Stripping off the foggy layer.
This is it. The raw, scrubbed clean baby born yet again. I stand a toddler in essence, in week 3 of no drink, my nights I spend drawing upon my laptop in illustrator. I am SO dang awake now. My evenings in my one bedroom seem to last for days.
Just do yourself a divine favor, walk away form the fog. Let the precise spot light of love burn it all away. Look into the camp fire awake, with no additives. Listen to the evening summer sounds with no muffled fog. Breathe in a big lung full of crisp air and smile. You don't need any fog now.
You have this!
You really do!