HEAT and Art

Somehow the heat does not inspire me more.

I blast the A/C when I paint.

Somehow the cold takes me where I need to be while I paint.

It transforms me into a state of mind of my childhood.

Cold winter days.  Snow and ice.  Bundling up and peeling off clothes

before they got soggy wet.

Sledding

making shapes in the snow

skating in homemade ice rinks that were never smooth

putting up holiday lights

decorating outdoor trees

We all have memories that feed our muse.

Some of them are buried and we have to dig our way to them.

Others bubble up and appear on the page.

But heat is not a creative push for me.

Heat makes me want to get cool fast.

It drives me to run to a cooler comfortable place.

It zaps me and makes me sleepy.

Makes me unproductive.

Everyone says I will get used to it.

I am not.

Everyone says your "blood thins" and you are comfortable.

I mean, really, "thin blood"?

Who wants that?

Not a goal of mine, ever.

So I run to the car, blast the A/C with windows

down to get it cool fast.

Then I blast the A/C the whole time I drive.

Icicles on my nose are my goal.

Then I can create again.

Then I go to that happy place of being cold and wanting warmth.

That works better for this artist!!