I don’t know how it works, but it is there. The “Flow” of painting, the “Flow” of the music (I’m going to stop quoting the word Flow now, because I will be saying it a lot and I’m lazy) the Flow of everyday life. I know Flow is there because you always know when it’s not there. I realized this the other night in an art that I have been trying to get better at, playing solos on guitar. In my painting world, the only Flow I am worried about is actually getting off my ass and painting. I am not going to say painting is easy for me, but when I do it, the sense of Flow happens, I can usually get where I want with it, where I hoped it would go. It’s not always perfect and never will be, but I am usually happy with it.
I have been playing guitar for 18 years, only rhythm up until last March where I started taking lessons in Atlanta. It was pretty strange taking lessons on an instrument I have been playing so long but even stranger that I really didn’t know how to play it. I only took a few lessons but it put me on the right track to learn where I wanted to go. I understand how the notes relate and the progressions and where to go next. It reminds me a lot of 20 years ago, envisioning a cool underwater fishing scene, but not be able to put it together with paint….I saw it, but couldn’t do it. For the first time, on stage this past Wednesday night, I felt the Flow up on stage with my guitar. I play with a blues house band on Wednesday nights at Home Team BBQ here in Charleston. Its pretty damn cool; you get up for 3 songs and just tell them what key you are in and we get after it. I played and sang and when my solo came around, it felt like I wasnt trying, I just played, I let it Flow, and it felt great. Now, I’m not saying it was good, I am just saying it felt easy, like I didn’t have to try, or look at my instrument….It felt awesome!!! Just like everything, Im sure I will hit my next roadblock with it, new challenges, harder licks and maybe won’t feel the music flowing through me again for a while, but the second it does, I will feel it, and there is nothing like it, nothing.
Couple new paintings: