I started doing art again after many years. I had done art for many years and than stopped. I used to get much joy from doing art and looking at art. I remember at that time in my life I also had been more open. That's hard to descibe. Like a closeness with things and an impermenance. Understanding things like trees and birds and weather. Just being. Noticing the details and colors of a puddle and the light reflecting on it.
In painting, and photography things are color and form ( to me anyway, but I'm sure I'm not the only one that knows this. I never understood most directions and things from books ((like cropping and stuff)) so most of my knowledge is from just looking at things). I remember noticing wet ground the colors and cracks etc... and smelling the dampness and wettness in the air. Feeling a soaked shoe and sock and toes.
Now as I do my art, I open and notice things as color and form once more. I hear sound and feel the body.
When I went outside today I observed things this way. I could feel the ground through my skateboard like the different texture of ground (amazing) and the wind(it was a grey and windy day ready to storm). It was enjoyable and natural. I had my mp3 player on and was really enjoying the music and just skating. So natural. I sat down after some skating and noticed the perspective of the marble tiles on the ground at the square where I was skating and listening to the sea. I then had a feeling of impermenance, emptiness or loneliness. I have felt this before. What's up with this? It is kind of, well, lonely. Has anyone else felt this before?