The Sound of Creative Sparks


Finding My Way Through Flight Of Hand

When I decided to begin painting again last year I experienced it as a creative inspiration. It began in my body. I started noticing paintings all around me.

My stomach would contract, and my heart expand. I wanted to lean closer to the paintings, as though I could absorb them into my very cellular system. It took me to the place of “wordlessness” spoken so beautifully by Martha Beck in Finding Your Way In A Wild New World: Reclaim Your True nature to Create The Life You Want To Live.

This spark of creative energy catapulted me into instant inspired action.

How does your body feel when you experience creative inspiration? What does your mind do with that information? Do you dive in and study the facts through research? Do you jump right in and take action? 

I’m what is referred to in the Kolbe Index as a quick-start. That means I start with high enthusiasm and am quick to get out of the shoot. But my interest can wain as time goes forward.

Learn your own style at But remember you can tap into any kind of style, try it on for size and see what you think about it.


The painting above is an example of the value of quick-start. It allowed me to have total freedom as I lay down a coating of metallic silver acrylic paint on a canvas I bought on sale. No attachment to outcome, I just let myself enjoy the feeling of putting paint on a canvas.

Shoot, why not let it go?

After the first coat was laid, I began to enjoy the texture of acrylic. I noticed the way it left the tube, yellow metallic center with lines of red stripes on the outside, paint that needed a little mixing. I took up larger pieces of wet paint and lavishly stroked the canvas.

I let myself explore one motion, that of a bird in the sky. You know, the kind you make when you first learn to draw. That mark every child makes on paper, along with green triangle trees and round circle clouds.

Memory muscle kicked in and I could easily put down a coating of birds in flight.

Left high corner sweeping down to the right. Then go to the right upper corner and swoop down to what is the middle of the first stroke. This is a simple but always recognizable bird, in fact it harkens back to the years of our earliest markings on cave walls.

When I stopped and stepped back — I saw my work was almost finished.

A sigh.

Completion — almost.

My sweetheart Jim stepped in and I noticed that the music he had been playing in the other room had stopped, an acoustic piece he had written, and I had been dancing with paint brush, unaware of even connecting.

He could see the abstract images and knew it was a painting of birds!

Imagine that, from just going with the flow, following the flow of his music, and letting my right brain do the work, I had created something beautiful, and recognizable.

I wasn’t alone in seeing faint vision of birds in flight.

We are never alone in creating.

My hand, his music, your eyes. The dance of many.

Create. I urge you to set aside the fear of ‘not good enough’ and just lean into what brings you peace and pleasure.


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