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The ancient Greeks didn’t write Eulogies.  They asked just one question when a man died…”Did he have passion?” – Serendipity 2001

Artwork & all Content © 2010 Jean Burman

Passion is power. It’s the spark that lights the fire… that drives the engine… that powers the purpose… that gets the whole darned show on the road. But it’s a risky business. Seriously. Hopes and dreams will be quashed. Hearts can and will be broken… [probably more than a couple of times!] But what are the choices here? Honestly… there aren’t any.

Because a life lived without passion is a life half-lived.

There is no secret to having passion. Anyone can have it.

It’s a choice. An attitude. A viewpoint.

“Passion makes the world a better place. It gives [every] job a purpose. It warms the heart. And nourishes the mind. It lights us up from the inside out… and elevates an ordinary everyday into an extra-ordinary experience”

Passion.

Anyone who gives a damn has already got it.
Anyone who ever achieved anything has had to [firstly] find it.
Anyone who wants it badly enough can go within and get it – [you can't look for it on the outside - because you won't find it there]

And it won’t always be easy.

Passion challenges the status quo. It asks the difficult questions. And demands an adequate answer. It holds us to account. It keeps it real. It forces the hard decisions. And offers impossible choices. But it also shows us who we are…. or who we could be… and the stuff we’re really made of!

Passion makes every single thing in life worthwhile. It delivers energy enthusiasm drive and follow through. [It goes without saying that when you love something you're going to want to do it well and often!]

Passion and greatness are within the grasp of everyone. And by greatness we’re not talking fame… [big difference - grin]

Anyone can be Famous… not everyone will be Great!

Passion can be found in the smallest of places… in the humblest of circumstances… and in the darkest of situations. It’s not the job… it’s how you work at it!

The possibilities and opportunities for anyone who wants to find their passion are endless. So here’s the challenge… if you’re brave enough [and you haven't found it already]

Look for the passion that will make your life great!

No matter how hard it is to find.
No matter how long it takes.
No matter how much it might hurt.
No matter how many times you might fail
… or what you might lose.

No excuses.

No regrets.

Because there can be no regrets in the quest for a life lived with passion. There is no downside.

When we do the stuff we love… and surround ourselves with the people who make our heart sing… we will see ourselves for who we really are. And if we have found our passion… and lived it well… there’s a pretty good chance we will like what we see!

So waddayareckon?  Do you want to go out with your heart on fire and your wheels still spinning?

Okay… I’ll race you to the corner!

You start (((chuckles)))

Aunty Heather is 96. She lost the love of her life 4 years ago… but continues to paint.
She recently swapped her oil paints for acrylics.
She loves how the brushes wash out in water!
I just love her!

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Day 5 of ArtEscape began in earnest as the weather “took up” for the final day and we got on with the job of finishing the paintings that had been alternately worked on and cast aside across the week.  It was becoming increasingly difficult to negotiate the floorspace in our section of the Tank for the sea of paintings that was now taking shape!

I hadn’t realised how large a pile we had collectively made (probably better to describe it as a “spread” as we were trying to dry whatever we could)… until a visitor casually remarked about how many potential future Picasso’s might be kicking around the floor!  He was referring of course to Peter Griffen’s mass of work which lay about everywhere… Peter stepping all over it with his paint sploshed Crocs… undeterred and in fact encouraging any stray mark that might enter the fray and develop the work! LOL

It’s definitely an attitude.  And one I absolutely enjoyed.  There was no room for preciousness here.  The paintings were there to be made… and absolutely nothing was sacred!

Now don’t get me wrong.  A lot of work may have been produced over the week… but surprisingly when it came time to cast around for something to hang in the final exhibition of works… I was at a total loss!

It was as I had predicted… expected… and hoped for… that this workshop would be about the “journey” and not the destination.  (Apologies for the time-worn cliche)   But now I was thinking… perhaps I should have had some end place in mind… as I cast around for something… anything… to show for myself!

Fellow artists mulling over coffee on the last day

Making matters worse was the fact that my fellow artists were not experiencing the same problem.  They seemed to have no end of finished product to choose from.  I had volume for sure… but substance… well… not really.

But I am always so hard on myself.

I realised then what I was doing.  Although I had spent  a week detaching myself from outcomes and preciousness about the produced work… I was now reverting to type and becoming precious about what I would show.  Figures.  I gritted my teeth and in the spirit of the workshop… made my fearless choice. (grin)

The air was beginning to fill with excitement as the day drew to a close and people scurried about everywhere finishing off the last of the work and mounting it in preparation for the final event.

There was to be a cocktail event at 5pm attended by the media scrum (a-hem) and the showing of representative works from each of the workshops.  As the final show was being held over in the other Tank our group had much carting to do to haul the fruits of our labour up the hill to the other venue for hanging.

It came together really well.  What could have taken hours to hang… under Peter’s expert eye… was knocked into shape in a matter of minutes.  In the end… our humble exhibition of works looked not too bad at all!

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