The Fire of Creativity
Good evening to you!
This weekend, I experienced a new kind of creative energy, one that resonated deeply with the changing nature around me. As Autumn settles in with its beautiful mix of warm colors and crisp air, I spent time both in nature and in my art studio, reconnecting with my soul. It felt grounding and transformative, as if the scenery mirrored an inner warmth and an inner fire. A renewed passion for painting and a drive to create that I haven’t felt in months.
I hadn't touched a canvas since January, but returning to it now felt like picking up a long-lost conversation with an old friend. Back then, that last painting brought me clarity and led me to Sweden, a move that’s reshaped my world. Standing before the blank canvas again this weekend, with paintbrush in hand, I felt both a twinge of hesitation and an overwhelming sense of excitement. The fear that I’d somehow “lost it” lingered, yet the desire to create intuitively burned even stronger. And it turns out that’s the beauty of passion—it grows fiercer, overcoming the small doubts that hold us back.
As I worked on setting up my art studio, something magical happened. I’d been meaning to give this space some love for a while, organizing brushes, mixing palettes, putting up inspiring pictures, and arranging the colors I want to use in my next pieces. The studio felt like a metaphor for what’s happening within me: a need to clear the way, to create a nurturing space where I can freely express myself, letting go of distractions and anxieties. Each small step I took to set up this creative sanctuary felt affirming, as if preparing the ground for something beautiful to emerge. My vision for this space is to create an environment that feels like a true reflection of where I am now.
The air outside this weekend was chilly but refreshing, with fog lingering in the mornings and the earthy scent of leaves filling the air. It’s as if Autumn itself is a lesson in transformation, a reminder that things need to shed their old layers before they can grow again. And in that stillness, I felt my own growth, my own readiness to dive deeper into my creativity, knowing that the uncertainty is just part of the process.
Painting that first stroke on canvas brought a flood of memories from my last painting back in January. How much has changed since then! That piece helped me see that moving to Sweden was right for me. I can almost feel how my inner and outer journey this year has changed my approach to art. Each brushstroke this weekend felt rooted in something deeper—a new sense of belonging, a renewed commitment to my creative voice. I know there’s still so much to explore, and that feels wonderful.
This weekend, I carved out that time, making space not only for painting but also for reconnecting with the joy of creating. That choice felt like a small victory, a statement to myself that my artist soul deserves time and space. And as I painted, the fear I’d carried—fear that I might have lost my touch or that my creativity wouldn’t flow as it once did—slowly began to melt away. Each color I chose, each line and layer, reminded me that creativity isn’t something that disappears; it stays with us. It's a voice that deserves to be heard in each moment.
After setting up my studio, I sat for a moment, looking around and feeling grateful for this small but cherished space that reflects my current journey. There’s an undeniable peace in having a sanctuary like this, a place I can return to whenever I feel the need to express, explore, experiment, and heal from life's unexpected events. It’s where I can let the changing natural world outside inspire me, and where I can bring my own feelings to life on the canvas.
After this weekend, I feel more confident to approach my art with more curiosity and playfulness. Autumn, with its vibrant colours and promise of a quiet winter, reminds me that embracing change is essential, even if it feels daunting. My passion for painting, for creating something new and meaningful, continues to grow stronger—like the roots of a tree that sink deeper as the old leaves fall away.
Thank you for reading about my journey as I find my way forward in both my art and my life ♥︎