I am not sure who said what you are waiting for has already begun, but I enjoy entertaining the notion that what I cannot see, what I am waiting for, has already commenced. It implies that there is a response, even if unseen, that is in motion. This encourages me to nourish this seed, in spite of the absence of any "proof". I am invoking this phrase to fortify me now, after delicious travels, to rediscover my direction with paint and pen.
For the creative artist there is no impoverishment and no worthless place. –Rilke
The artist looks around, sees what is offered, and is willing to do whatever it takes to make use of what has been given. To wish for something different, for what someone else has– to operate as if you don’t have enough of whatever it is you are missing (time, talent, or money)– is to step out of being a maker and into the swamp.
Being creative is not dependent on age, talent, IQ, gender, money or time. The “impoverishment” of being without something you consider essential can be the seed and structure for inspiration, for a new way of thinking.
There are times I am reminded that I must practice what I preach- perhaps you remember the story of my painting retreat at St Meinrad Archabbey:
I had my largest painting, my most valuable possession, tied to the luggage rack on the top of my car. All my other supplies and smaller paintings filled the back of my Subaru. When I safely arrived at my studio in the abbey (oh, the tall ceilings, open space, the freedom from distractions!)– I set up my large easel for the oil painting in process. On the tables I put my sketchbooks, paper, ink, watercolor, etc. I was ready to begin. It took some time before I realized I had everything I needed except my oil paints! My mind raced– what now, drive all the way back home? At that moment, a phrase I say to my students came back: Act as if you have everything you need. Okay– I said to myself– I have other paintings, paper, pencils and ink to work with. In my supplies I found my new luscious R&F oil pigment sticks. Only because I didn’t have my oil paints, I discovered all kinds of creative ways to use these sticks as paint…. mixing and layering on the canvas…and when Brother Martin came by to see what I was doing, he went out and bought pigment sticks too.
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back. –Rilke