The Perfect Beauty of Imperfection

It can be hard sometimes to see that the life we’re living is the perfect life for us.

We tell ourselves, “Life is not a perfect journey,” and then list the reasons that defend our position.

Too often, our expectations of how life ‘should be’ mar our vision of the beauty in the life that is ours. We grade our path as ‘difficult’ and judge it against the ease of another’s. We compare our foothold on planet earth as filled with hard rock stories and bemoan the bounty we see in someone’s soft landing spot. And then, we tell ourselves we’re not ‘the fortunate’. We’re less than, other than, somehow unworthy of a beautiful life. We’re not like ‘those people’ who seem to breeze through life as if they were born to it.

We are all born to live. We are all born to shine.

It’s just sometimes, we peer so long into the darkness, we forget to turn on the lights. Sometimes, the darkness is so deep, we don’t ever remember there being any light.

At my studio table. Works in progress.

Yesterday, immersed in creative exploration, judging, comparing, bemoaning life’s woes fell away.

Carried in the flow of creative expression, time lost its grip. Beginnings and ends of this moment to the next vanished. I was cut loose from Father Time ticking away the minutes and lost myself to floating on the drift of being in the now.

It was bliss.

All that was present was paint flowing and glitter falling wherever it desired — and if you could see my worktable and studio, you’d appreciate how glitter has its own design, crafting its destiny of sparkling up life with joyful Γ©lan!

For ten hours I was in the flow, full of contentment, joy, ease. Alive in the present moment, I felt grace infuse each breath with its delicious beauty.

There was no worry. No fear. No anxiety about the outcome. There was just the pure joy of creating and the exhilaration of letting it happen without thinking about where it was all leading.

Sure, I had an idea. A starting point — in this case, 24 clear glass Christmas balls.

And I had some tools — alcohol inks, glue gun, glitter.

And most importantly, I had the open space of time to experiment, to ask myself, “I wonder what would happen if I did…?” and then, the freedom to follow my wonderment.

I had such a day yesterday. A day where all things felt possible because I was in the flow of life, savouring the journey which, rather than perceiving it as separated into distinct moments, felt unseparated from the moment before and the next to come.

And then….

Well, sometimes, the ease and contentment of that long, continuous, blissful moment can feel so fleeting.

This morning, I awakened and realized I needed to do some touch-ups to what I’d created if… and here’s the catch… if I wanted them to ‘look perfect’.

What if I accept they look unique, a perfect reflection of my creative expression in the moment? Because, quite frankly, to see the imperfections you have to compare this morning’s product against last night’s. (Some of the inks flowed down to the bottom of the balls — the glitter’s still in place though!)

Well… here’s my chance to practice what I preach!

What if, I gave up comparison, judgement, expectations of perfection and breathed into the possibility that there is nothing left to be done to create better. There is only this moment to live in the better of all that is possible when I let go of… you got it… comparison, judgement, expectations.

What if… indeed.

Now that would be bliss. That would be life lit up like glitter on a Christmas ball shimmering in the ordinary grace of the present moment.

This morning, I’m going with acceptance.

How blissful!

12 thoughts on “The Perfect Beauty of Imperfection

  1. So be technical for a moment — how the heck did you get the alcohol ink to stick to them? Also is that hot glue that makes those wonderful collars around the top? Then just covered in sparkle? They are so unique and lovely.

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    • So… the alcohol ink will naturally stick if you give it time to dry. I pour it inside — as well as give a good douse of sparkle inside after I’ve got the ink to stick — for the glitter, I gave a short burst of spray glue inside and then quickly poured in a sparkle — through a small funnel (make sure you’re doing this over a tray of some sort that you can a) catch the sparkle and b) be able to pour the sparkle back into its container. πŸ™‚ It was a lot of experimentation — what I found was adding gold alcohol ink worked well — doing it as the first colour makes it fun. When I was done, I used a bit of Eggplant alcohol ink to give some depth to some of them.

      And yes, I used my glue gun and then quickly doused the wet glue with glitter — again, the tray is essential. I have little holders for my alcohol inks that work well for the balls to stand in.

      I love them so much I’m going to buy some more and give them as gifts. πŸ™‚

      It was all about the experimentation — some I used the spray glue, some I poured the glitter in while the ink was wet — the bigger challenge was waiting for the ink to dry completely. πŸ™‚ The glitter is heavy so it will cause the ink to move after it’s wet. With the glue and glitter on top, it all looks quite lovely. πŸ™‚

      Hope that helps! Send photos if you make some! I’d love to see.

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  2. And — there are some videos on Youtube about painting christmas balls with alcohol ink — one from Ranger – Tim Holz uses one of those air canisters you use for your keyboard — I couldn’t find my straw so tried a makeshift one with a regular straw — that didn’t work so I used my airgun — that wasn’t too bad. The best technique was to just blow the ink around with a regular straw and/or swirl it and then keep adding darker colours to get the mixture — the gold really helped — silver tended to separate btw.


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