Something new, something different

Sunday afternoon and I'm sitting home alone, which is good for quiet time to write. It is always amazing to sit down in front of my monitor and write a title and see what comes out. I only wish my artwork could be as simple.

It could be because words and thoughts associated with language come from the left side of my brain, according to all the brain research out there. And images, colors and shapes in my minds eye, come from the right hemishere. Somewhere in between the two is the reptilian segment of the brain, which stores and processes all the rest of stuff that makes me who I am. I find that just awesome. I learned and experienced this shift in brain hemispheres from Betty Edwards book, Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain - A Course in Enhancing Creativity and Artistic Confidence.

If, like today, I am taking a leisurely walk around my brain, and I find the flowers and fauna lovely to look at, and pleasing to smell, all is good. But, if I talk a stroll through the cerebrum and find myself reflecting on an image from the past, that may not be as pleasant, but hey, it's there, what do I do with that? Step away from that ugly stuff? Or, why not share it? Get it out of my head and on to the paper. Most of the time people don't like to look at unpleasantness, myself included. But what happens when it's stuffed, repressed?

I've found that certain images, like thoughts, just recycle, they go round and round, and come back again, sometimes at inopportune moments, like watching a TV program, or a movie, or worse, in the middle of a conversation or while driving, or having sex, or writing my blog? Ugg, grrrr, I hate when that happens. 

Instead of hating it, which has been my lifelong habit, I am trying something new. Something different. I'm going with the flow, becoming aware of when it's happening: the stuffing, repressing and wanting to run away from that which is dark and apparently ugly, and staying with it long enough to decipher something meaningful. And because I'm blogging, I'm letting ya'll inside my head.
 
I realize that some of my readers are family, and I don't want to have to apologize for references to my humanness, you know the s*e*x* parts, but I will if that makes you feel better, and keeps you coming back here to find out more about me. Sorry.

For the rest of my readers, I have a feeling you want to know more about me, even if does include sexual references, or you wouldn't be here in the first place.

For that I am happy. To feel connected to people as so much of my life I have not felt a connection.

Well the peace and quiet is gone now, as my daughter and my grandson just came home, and we'll let the laughing and screaming commence!