As an artist, I have started a journey. I am painting the largest painting I have ever done, in a style I have never painted, of a place I have never been. Confusing? No. Scary? Yes. Impossible? No. Challenging? Definitely.
I have started to paint a street scene in Paris. Specifically the Montmartre area, where Impressionism started. As an indie writer my first two novels take place there, in the nineteenth century. In fact, the main character, Gastien, is an artist.
I love Impressionism, but have seldom been a painter of that style. I usually paint from one extreme to another: realism or abstract. So, why the change? Welllll.....because I happen to believe that change is good for the soul. It keeps the mind fresh and forces one to think in new ways. It will also force my painting hand to work in new ways!
I have not been there once. Not in this life. That place, though, it is so familiar. I have lived there before. It is the place that my soul cries for. I know I will live there again. My beautiful, now over commercialized Montmartre. I hear you calling me back. I have not forgotten you. I never could. Somewhere deep inside I remember every street, every building, every tree, every dirt road.
For now, I will pick up my brushes, mix some color and make a poor attempt to capture some of that love that I feel for that place, that home I had long ago. I don't know if I will have a masterpiece or what others will consider a piece of junk. But this I do know: the final painting will carry part of my energy back to my earth home and help me connect to the place I am always meant to be. At least while I am here on earth. For me, it is the closest I can get to my real home; that place of eternity whenever I am not visiting here.