„Why would you ask Picasso to copy Monet’s “Water Lilies” - and how on earth should that work?“ That question suddenly came to my mind when waking up today.
Over the last few days I had gradually started to realise to what extent I often try to be someone who I am not. The reasons are various: wanting to fit in, wanting to please, thinking that someone else is doing things better than me, … .
Whenever I am not as I would like myself to be, I will look out for a model to copy.
Today I suddenly asked myself „Why?“. Why do I want to be a copy of someone that is not me? Why do I try to create a copy instead of feeling inspired to do my own thing my way?
That was where the artist question came in and made the absurdity in all of that become so obvious.
Could you for example imagine Monet copying a work by Miro or Picasso copying a painting by Rubens? Of course they might, due to experience and talent, be able to create something that would look as near as the original as could be, but it would lack its essence.
This unique expression is something we all have. It could for example be the way to see sth., do sth. or sense sth., but whatever it is, it is our unique quality that no one else can bring in the way we are able to bring it.
I do not need to be able to paint like an artist, look like a model, earn a fortune or become perfect at what I do.
Not only do I not need to be like someone else: in fact I cannot become someone else.
Even if I seemingly reach such a goal, I will feel no lasting joy or satisfaction, as it will not be me that I will have found.
Snuggling up under the blanket, enjoying the warmth and the lightness in my body, I could so deeply feel how perfectly fine I am just as I am,.
So instead of making plans what to do or looking at what needed to be done, I asked myself:
what I would love to do today.
Seeing each day as a white canvas on which I am free to express in every colour and texture that I feel to. Making visible, graspable and tangible what only I can: The Art of Being Me.
An art that is not craving attention or about success or money, but an invitation to look at life from an additional angle: listening and trusting the inner knowing and deep connection to a greater all that we all have.
The way that I experience, say or do things is unique to me and everyone else is uniquely expressing in the same way. So only all of us together - like the pieces of a puzzle - will make the whole work of art visible. No piece of the puzzle is more or less important than another and if all pieces have found their place, the picture will be clear, turning all pieces into one.