Not every brushstroke is going to be magic. Not every day working on a painting is going to produce something wonderful. Sometimes you have to be content with adequate. 

I have been an artist for most of my adult life. And come to think of it, most of my childhood as well. But I’m not sure that counts. Every child is an artist until proven otherwise by life, critique, comparing themselves to their peers, or simply by lack of enjoyment. 

​“If only you cared a little less about floors, we could have perfect floors” - Jerry Hicks to Esther Hicks.

When I first read the books of Abraham-Hicks, I was transfixed. I loved the way this book series described seeing the world from the other side. I even went to one of their speaking seminars once. They have such a powerful message. If you believe that there is a veil beyond our own, a spirit world or a dimension of pure consciousness, heaven, whatever you may call it, then you may find this post interesting. If not, feel free to move on. 

I certainly consider myself a spiritual being. I believe we choose our human experience. And I believe every one of us has a direct line to the other side. 

When Jerry Hicks uttered these words, the context was something like this: ​

Of all the places to hear something profound, a Netflix series is not where I would expect. The debate between two of the characters in the episode I was watching was about “intrinsic objectivity” vs “collective subjectivity” when it comes to art.  

These are the kinds of debates I would delight in having in art school. ​