The Muse

Is it someone? Is it something?
Where does it live? Where does it come from? How does it looks?

If you are an artist I’m sure you’ve heard this or question this yourself.

Does it belongs to you?
Is it from YOUR imagination? Or are you just the observer?

Does it shows up for you or it just roam free and you stay so still that you are given the opportunity to witness it?

This topic about the muse is very interesting from the artist’s point of view and is a question that almost every clients ask.

Years ago I found inspiration in pain or sadness. I made good art, I liked it, but it didn’t lead me to my highest desire of the heart, or help anyone to live better or to have hope or inspiration. Not because having those emotions is wrong but the place where it came from wasn’t the purest one.

Years later, I learnt to ascend (the techniques I practice and teach) and I found purpose, I found a tool to get me closer to my highest desire and I discovered the burning desire to share, to give hope, to inspire, to remember everyone I can to live freely, in peace, love and joy.

So my muse is not mine.
The muse is life, it doesn’t matter if it’s a nice feeling or a difficult one, it doesn’t matter if sometimes is a thing or a person, an experience…it changes all the time.

The secret for me, is to be so still, that life presents to me what is needed to be in a canvas in order to wake up the fire in others. That’s the muse…

to me.

Packing art

I don’t even know where to start.

Being an artist involve a lot of things , emotions and skills you must learn…well, actually being a human is for the brave, I think.

I personally, paint everyday.

I have a bunch of commissions, which I’m very grateful for , I’m painting for an exhibition I wanna put together, and I also paint for myself.When I’m working on a commission I make breaks, and paint for rest.

In my free time I paint or design new paintings.

And when the commissions are done or my paintings are sold is...packaging time!!

Oh God, this is a whole different art.

People tells me like "make your own desk". "build your own whatever" and oh no, no, no, I'm not crafty. I'm a painter but I'm not crafty at all.

Anyway, I still don't have an assistant (I'm sure I will have one soon) and I pack my art myself. So all my studio is a mess, I mess all the tape, I glue myself into the furniture, I don't properly use the scissors so, there’s a little bit of blood, is glitter and paper everywhere.

And then, is time to get to the shipping place, talk with the guys, then they ask what is in the box/envelope, and is so cool to explain them.

And then is time to say goodbye, to the pieces in which I put my heart on. Is a very strange and intense feeling.

Pieces of my heart have been delivered to different parts of the world and that explodes my mind, there's no way I can explain it with words, so eeeevery time I go to the shipping office I cry.

I'm the one with the most intense feelings I know, but I love it.

All my art is full of intense emotions, tears, coffee, songs, feelings and most of all is full of love and a sense of freedom for the whole.

Definitely art (even packaging) makes my heart sing, makes myself dissolve in to this eternal moment which burns everything unreal with love.

Feeling like an artist

Being an artist has always been my dream, since I was a kid, since I can remember.
And man! I’m living it and enjoying it af!!!
I’ve been sick more than a week now, but I have this commission for a very special family and I wasn't going to stay in bed with my Kleenex and coughing.

So today I’m super grateful, because today was a dreamy day!
Don’t get me wrong, I totally love my life but today I really felt like an artist.

I mean, this is my job and I paint everyday, and since a few years ago I have a lot of commissions but today was artsy challenge.

1. I’m so sick, I can’t stop coughing.
2. My canvas doesn’t fit my studio or my home studio or anywhere I have...so I’m painting at my garden.
3. The sun. I’ve been having an allergy on my face so I can’t wear sunblock haha, but I wore a cap the guys from @dhlmex gave me because I’ve sending art pieces to the U.S
4. Mosquitos. They looooooove me, so today I was their special course.
5. @thefrenchie_ophelia (my frenchie) She’s been trying to eat the acrylics and jump into the canvas all day long. (Well she actually succeed, she ate some titanium white)
6. Rain. Praying all the rains gods not to!! I FEEL THE MOST GRATEFUL BEING IN THE COSMOS.

Having to deal with all those (simple but kind of annoying) stuff but with the HAPPIEST SPIRIT is wonderful.

I turned my music on, sang, painted, sweated, got bitten, my skin was all red and MY HEART WAS HAVING A PARTY!

The colors, the textures, the meaning, and oh boy the LOVE!! Is like love is the most important ingredient for art (and life)

So yes, this is my dream.
To wake up, meditate, have breakfast with hubby, paint, have breaks to ascend (my meditation)...is beautiful!!! Next art step is in the oven.
I know I’m gonna make it💪🏻

What’s your dream???!!!
Do you really know that you are going to achieve it???

Tell me, please!