Pablo Picasso projected what was in his mind through his hand to the brush and paint, then onto the canvas. He attempted to make real what was in his mind. He sought to manifest an object in reality which didn’t exist before.
Yeah, it was painting, just painting. But the notion that an artist can whirl something into existence with canvas and paint, that’s pretty cool.
Everything you can imagine is real.
The wellspring of creation lives in the mind. To build a skyscraper, run a marathon, or write a book, you must first engage your imagination. When you can picture the thing in your mind, the first step is taken toward its manifestation in the world.
Yesterday, I imagined a peanut butter and chocolate sandwich. When I applied action to my thought, the sandwich came into being. Then the peanut-buttery-chocolate goodness went into my mouth.
Kind of like The Secret, but The Secret works both ways. As Picasso noted…
He can who thinks he can, and he can’t who thinks he can’t. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.
Striving to reach a new frontier, Picasso ventured to do what he’d never done before.
I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.
Back to work.