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The Doodle And The Butterfly

I've spent the week doodling.

In sketch after sketch, I've watched my pen move over a blank page.

Like a butterfly moving through iridescent space.

In great swirls and swooping spirals.

Flitting and fluttering, billowing on the shifting air currents.

As I sketched, my pen glided through this two-dimensional white space.

Swirling and spiraling, moving up, down, and sideways in unexpected ways.

I let it roll.

It twists and it turns.

Sometimes alluding to a thing, sometimes wandering off into intricate and puzzling forms.

I let it roll.

It dances from one form into another, moving with the agility and grace of a dragonfly.

The lines eventually congregate into shapes, and before I know it, I am witnessing imagined scenes manifest before my eyes.

An arrangement of objects on a table in front of an open window.

A mysterious forest where the last light of day bathes its branches with a warm internal glow.

A gnarled cherry blossom tree is trying to break free from the whiteness that surrounds it.

Who Are You?

Who drew these, I ask myself?

What part did I have to play in this?

Where did these images come from?

After all, I was only looking at a blank piece of paper.

I felt like my doodling allowed my creative butterfly to appear out of nowhere, meander, and dance from metaphorical flower to imagined plant and back again. All I did was "get out of my own way" and let the primordial energy flow through my pen and onto the page.

Revealing the way.

Why has this been so hard to do up to or until this point?

Surrender Is The Point

Surrender is the point where transformation begins.

Once you've experienced surrender, you can't return to your former sense of self.

To surrender is to be generous with yourself.

When you dance, you move to the rhythm of the music.

The music moves you.

You give yourself over to its pulse.

You and the music are one.

Growing Up

I grew up in a small town surrounded by coastline.

Summers were spent combing sandy beaches and frolicking in calm, salty waters.

But I had a dilemma.

I could not swim.

This was not uncommon in my town.

Every time I reached a depth in the water that made me instinctively uncomfortable, I became rigid and froze.

And immediately ran out of the water again.

This fear of water continued throughout my childhood and well into my adulthood.

Until recently.

Recently, I learned to swim.

It required me to let go of my fear.

Allowing my body to relax and trusting that the water would hold me up meant surrendering to something outside of myself.

The first time I floated, it felt like magic.

I looked up into the sky above and with a silly smile on my face, I said to the single cloud drifting by, "Look, see, I'm floating- just like you!"

For Real

Eventually, after days of doodling on paper, I pulled out a gessoed canvas, plonked it on my easel, and started doodling on it.

By the end of the day, a garden of earthly delights had appeared on the stretched fabric.

Foxgloves and hollyhocks, coneflowers and poppies, delphiniums and nasturtiums.

A myriad of flowers and plants emerged from one shape to another.

The picture plane was stuffed with a cornucopia of abundance.

My pen danced to my internal rhythms.

The music and I were one.

Unquestioningly.

I drew what I felt like.

A raucous, fantastical garden in full bloom, waiting for the pollinators to arrive and transform me into more of myself.

I And The Butterfly Are One

There's an old Buddhist parable about a monk who fell asleep one day.

While sleeping, he dreamed that he was a butterfly, flitting and fluttering with carefree joy.

But upon waking, he wondered:

Am I a monk who dreamed I was a butterfly?

Or a butterfly now dreaming I am a monk?

This question is at the heart of creative surrender.

Who is the creator?

Is it you? Or is it something that flows through you?

In my experience, the answer doesn't matter. What matters is that you allow it, trust it, and give it space to emerge.

Chasing A Beam Of Light

Every spring, I plant a garden.

It's an instinctual response.

Something deep inside of me knows it is essential.

Like sea turtles hatching from beneath the sands of time, instinctively knowing to head towards the waiting ocean.

Or young fledglings standing on the edge of their nest, righting themselves to spread their wings and jump into the abyss.

It just has to be.

I watch as the garden takes form and shape over the summer months.

How it grows and unfolds.

Effortlessly

It wobbles and nutates.

Following the path of the sun.

Following its path of becoming.

Chasing beams of light that emanate from a distant star.

And in doing so, it blooms.

Drawing Yourself Into Being More Creative

I am currently doodling my way back to myself.

Finding my own lines, my own rhythm, my own music to move to.

Chasing the beams of light that grow out of my blank page.

Noticing the way images float up from my subconscious onto my waiting canvas.

Watching the butterfly out of the corner of my eye.

Flitter and flutter in unexpected ways.

Leading me down a path that I had not ventured before.

It just has to be!

Ready to Create Off The Beaten Track?

If you've ever felt the spark of wonder while sketching in the margins

If you've ever questioned the rules of what art should be

If you feel the pull to explore the unfamiliar, but on your terms—

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​C.O’Connor, Artist & Co-Founder​