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As artists, many of us are shaking our heads and wondering
why we haven’t been painting during this time of
“lock down” and isolation.


We thought about it, had the time, but just didn’t have the will or
energy to pick up the brush and slosh around those beautiful
colors with brush strokes filling the heart with joy.
The question is “Why didn’t we paint or feel inspired?”
The answer: We have been in, what I call, the cocoons.

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Memories 12 x 16 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA

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Izaak 18 x 24 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA

I have been teaching painting and drawing for 45 years.
Through these years, there has been a common thread
that runs through all of my adult students, women and men.
Many were artists in their younger years, loving the
quiet inward time of pushing the pencil or swinging
the brush. Very few artists have been artists their whole adult lives.
They come to me, eager to learn to create again or create for
the first time. Sometimes the student has taken a few classes
in the past, only to fall back and put away the paint for years
before picking up the brush again. When this happens, it is very
normal. It happens to all artists, hobbyists and professional
painters. It is the cycle of the living artist.

Caterpillars are amazing creatures. They eat their way through life,
never knowing there is anything else more wonderful than munching
leaves. Then, their lives change and a strange new silk starts
wrapping around their bodies. All goes dark
and quiet, the caterpillar becomes encased, wrapped in it’s new
stage of life. It seems for a while that there will be no more green
leaves or sunshine for the little caterpillar. Then, one day the
silks drop off of the caterpillar and out steps a new creature,
one with wings. One that has the ability to fly quickly,
to find new and exciting tastes in flowers.

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Her Favorite Flowers 18 x 29 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA

My mother loved nature. She would point out beautiful colors
in the bark of trees. Our family strolls along Lake Michigan with
my sisters always resulted in our pockets coming home full of
wonderful pebbles we found along the shore. One day she
pointed out a beautiful chrysalis dangling from a twig on a
tree in our front yard. Over the next 2 weeks we watched this
little pod. Then, one day, she called to us to come quickly
and see what was happening. The little “cocoon”
was opening and a whole new creature was
emerging into the sunshine.

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Cocoon 11 x 29 Watercolor by Susan Blackwood OPA

What the heck! Why am I writing about this caterpillar
in an OPA Blog??? Well, we have all
been through a very shocking, sad, emotional period.
This virus has rocked our world. So many, many, many
of our artist friends have not been able to paint, me
included. We had the time, but not the spirit. We have
been stopped in our tracks, stuck in the mud of life….
The threads of life, like the silks of a caterpillar,
have tightly wrapped around us.

Through the years, I have talked about this happening
to my artists. Over and over, life came, often
unexpectedly, and started wrapping the artist
tightly in silks. The brushes were forgotten,
sometimes for months, sometime for years or decades.

Nope, this is not a sad blog about wasted time,
NO! There is more to the story. Read on….

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Reflections 14 x18 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA


Meanwhile, back at the chrysalis in our back yard,
the butterfly was emerging, my sisters and I were
jumping and squealing with joy. Then we fell silent.
The poor little creature was not a beautiful delicate
butterfly, but a horribly wrinkled tight little quivering
mass. I started to cry. “Oh, Mommy, it is suffering!”

“Just wait”, my mother gently said. So we did.
The tiny creature kept shaking, quivering and jerking.
I could barely look, I felt so sorry for it. Was it dying?
“Wait” she quietly said again.

So we did. The shaking didn’t stop but edges started
to unfold. The wrinkles started expanding. It was
pumping blood into it’s tiny new wings. The little
masses started to stretch out. Over and over more
blood was pumped and pumped. Quiver, quiver,
shake ,shake, we started to see the possibility of
wings happening. We waited and waited. The
shaking turned into up and down motions and
as if by magic, beautiful wings unfolded and
reached high above the creature.

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Muddy Boys 18 x18 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA

Then it was tired. The wings continued to move but very
slowly, resting in the joy of the new motion. Sometimes
the wings even stopped moving, pressed together,
as if in prayer. Was it, also, amazed and grateful
at its transformation?


As artists, we live in 2 worlds, the real world and the
world of creation. We live in a life that is full of changes,
surprises, disappointments and joys. Over and over
again the “Silks” of life wrap around us, unexpectedly,
often silently, resulting in our brushes getting dusty.
If the silks remain, the easel is put away, the canvas
forgotten, the paint allowed to turn hard in their tubes.

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Light Passages 36 x 48 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA


But wait, whatever it is or was in life, which wrapped the silks
around you, (maybe you got married, have children,
are caring for a relative, start a new job, move to a new
location, or you have been sick), there are many reasons
preventing you from feeling the joy of creating on canvas.
Now, this is the exciting part…While we are in the
cocoons, our creative juices are still flowing. They might be
used to teach a child, help a mother or father or care for a
friend. You might find yourself creating a special meal, or
designing a garden, or a new decor for a room, or making
a cabinet, or creating a get well card for a friend. Little ways
and big ways, you are still the creative creature you have
always been. You find yourself drifting into web sites of artists
you admire, dead and alive. You look though books of paintings
or a beautiful greeting card catches your eye. Your mind has
not been stopped from growing as an artist even while the
silks of life have engulfed your hands and heart in other matters.

In time (could be weeks, months, years, or decades), one day,
these silks unwind and slide away, even if your circumstances
have remained the same. The silks keep falling away. You find
yourself signing up for a painting class, or while cleaning out a
closet you find your lovable brushes. Maybe a friend tells you
about a new color. Something starts the process and the silks
start falling away.

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Found One 18 x 24 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA

When this happens, do like the little butterfly, start jiggling your
wings and pumping blood.

Pump pump pump!
Set an apple under a light,
Draw the apple on a small piece of paper or canvas,
( pump-pump-pump),
Then, turn it into a tiny painting.
Practice brush strokes,
( pump-pump-pump),
Paint a single flower, add dramatic light.
Throw yourself into the painting class you just signed up for,
Purchase videos from your favorite artist
Watch YouTube painting Videos,
Sign up for live Zoom art classes,
Pump - Pump - Pump those wings!

Yes, when you come out of the confinement of the “Silks of Life”
your artistic wings will be wrinkled . At first, your attempts to
draw or paint will be frustrating and you might fear you lost your
ability or desire to create, but keep pumping those wings. Like the
little caterpillar, you will recover from the confinement to discover
you are a new creature in art. Your abilities will come back and
surpass the former artist in you and become the new and improved
artist that can fly to heights unimaginable.

Pump Pump Pump.

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Over the Edge 22 x 28 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA

These horrific experiences which we mentally and physically are
currently enduring have wrapped all of us into cocoons. Our artist
juices have been frozen. The left side of our brains
( where all of the worries happen ) have been terrified and has over
ridden the creative right side of our brains. We have spent countless
hours reconnecting with friends and family, watching the news, reading,
waiting and social distancing. Art classes and workshops immediately
stopped. Like all of the other scheduled shows throughout the world,
OPA’s Show and Exhibition was immediately stopped and rescheduled.

So, how do we get our little cocoon to start falling away.
Do it slowly:
Thumb through a book of inspiring paintings
Find out how many different brush strokes you can make with only one brush
See how many colors you can make with just 3 colors
Paint another apple with nice light on it and use as many colors as possible.

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Juicy 6 x 5 oil by Susan Blackwood

Paint your cat
Paint your dog

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Waiting to Play 8x10 by Susan Blackwood OPA

Paint a series of paintings looking out different windows in your house
Open a drawer and pick 3 things and create a mini still life and paint it
Pull out 3 different colorful socks and paint a happy abstract of them
all piled together

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Fragrance 8 x 10 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA

Be sure to put on music you love with NO WORDS and a calm tempo.
( I recently started painting with ear buds in my ears. Using sound to surround
me, my creative side soared.) Seduce your creative side to come out of hiding
and when it starts coming out, do not be critical of anything it does. Yes, your
wings will be wrinkled. Yes, your attempts might look clumsy and not as you
used “to do”. But keep pumping blood into your creative wings. It typically takes
some time to get your wings fully extended. Look out! You will soon be soaring
higher than ever!

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Among the Pines 36 x 48 oil by Susan Blackwood OPA

P.S.
These cocoons will come and go often in most people’s lives. Now you know,
when the juices stop flowing, your circumstances are recreating you into a new
“butterfly”. You CAN set yourself free and you will be a new artist.
I think you get the idea… now go with it. You don’t have to paint the most
incredible landscape, still life, figure or portrait. Paint like you are pumping
your wings with power.
Then start flying with your brushes. Life is too short to let the silks in life
wrap us up and force us to stop creating. You CAN choose when to
let the silks fall off. We are all butterflies! Now get out there and FLY!