“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves...”
~Mary Oliver
i am wondering...is this true? for art, in particular, i mean. does it really start there, with a love? and what do you do if your body loves many, many things (too many things, if there is such a thing)? hmmm? it’s all so confusing. someone, please tell me what to do already (so that i can promptly disagree with you)...chuckle. i am coming to a few answers for myself lately...is it safe to say it here? lean in, will ya’, so’s i can whisper it...i think i love to paint. there i said it. it’s fun, mostly, even tho’ i dunno what i’m doing yet, really. i love to paint. i love to paint. i love to paint. (well, and i love lots of other things too, but for now in this moment, i’m giving myself to painting :) my next question is...what do i paint?! oh, so many decisions for this indecisive soul. how does one chooose a subject matter to dive into? does that start with a love too?
does it all really, truly come down to love?
