Flow: The Directional Path

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Well, I want to take a second to paint a picture of some passion topics in my life. Flow is a very universal term, but you may have yet to come across it. You’re welcome! Flow, or flow-state is a state of mental capacity where time begins to lose its meaning or fail to exist, and the efficiency or flow of your movement and intention and focus are improved drastically. It’s the work flow, the play flow, the flow flow! And you very well have been searching for a way to tap into your flow. Flow… Flow flow.. Flow. Flow.

What if I told you that you have a subconscious flow and conscious flow. Some neuroscientists may even say this is what’s known as Macro and Micro Flow. Larger, more conscious efforts of Flow, and then the micro more subconscious areas of flow. Work would be a great example:

Let’s say you are a computer image-er and you have to evaluate, process, repair, process and image an OS onto a each and every single one of the 75 orders you got that day. Alright, game face time! 75 computers, and you manage to do all of this in an 8 hour shift before you go home. Macro flow would say focus on time management and how efficient you were physically with your time, ie: your fingers being used as finite tools to help unscrew and screw parts back together, or how accurate your tool is. Micro flow is more focused on the thoughts, data, and subconscious flow. Time management is also present here, but on a deeper level, to a point where time doesn’t exist, you just know how and when something has been imaged, or how long the OS took to install.

Sound crazy yet?

What if flow was a directional path. The easier you get in flow the more you know where you are heading. insight? Foresight?

I am not sure, but one could argue that it very well could be a directional path for you and your subconscious brain. If dance is where you find your flow, won’t you want to do it more? Won’t you want to hone your skill and discover the many elements of dance? Well, I think so. I think that when I discovered Fire Poi, I discovered my Flow Path to a better life, a healthier, happier life.

I began listening to my creative. I found music, and painting, and writing, and photography, massage even! I found these artistically creative aspects of life, and implemented them into my own. And now, I don’t find a day when I am not happy I have made the choices I have made, especially about my creative.

I want to leave this topic open for others. I think this is a great topic for creative aspects of life in general. Where have you found your flow-state? What did it feel like?

Another interesting topic, is there such a thing as right and wrong in a flow state? would the mind be able to know the difference?

I think it would. The mind is quick, that’s why a flow state even occurs. The mind is quick. In a flow state, would it even ALLOW you to make a wrong decision? bad decision? Immoral? I am not quite sure what the word I’m looking for is, but it is fascinating to think at just how much we let go when the flow-state has been activated, and how much we trust in ourselves to make the best of our flow-state time and focus.

 

*The painting depicted is “Every Which Way, Green Foreplay.” Created in 2016, the wooden frame that you see painted on was being decided on around this time. This painting was one of the reasons why I decided to make the frame my signature. I find flow in this piece. I see physical movement, and peace, and serene. I think this piece depicts My Directional Flow Path the best.

 

NAC

Jumping Into The Abyss

As I sat here, frantically typing and retyping words that I thought would demonstrate this idea, I was reminded of something simple. Unzip.

*Breathe*

I cannot really say why. Only. Unzip.

 

I have recently decided to focus on my art full time. That and my private practice where I can take my tools and my products along with me wherever I may end up and make money as I move along life. I am paving a different course than what I thought was necessary. And yet, it is necessary.

Jumping into the Abyss is an intriguing thought to say the least. Jumping aimlessly into the depth of a dark-ness, pit-less place. Is it uncertain, unknown that we have to describe it as something so dark and dreary? It makes me laugh. Phew, I get goosebumps just thinking about what I have decided to do, a full time artist. 20190216_175051

“Starman” 16X20, 2017

 

I am ready to share with the world what I can create. I am ready. Here I am, jumping into the Abyss. *sound effect – droop* It feels insane. It feels crushing. I tear up every time I think about it. A full time artist. That’s me! A happy Nico creating all he wants. Damn straight that’s what I want! I want that. Yes, please!

The road does not end with this big decision. It is not like you can flip a switch and say alright, now I am fully financially, emotionally, physically, spiritually capable of doing this. It takes time and nurturing. It takes reflection and patience, and intuition and love. And it also takes a crap ton of hard work. That would be funnier if I was a farmer…

So, I am also awful at jokes. 🙂

What I am trying to say in this dramatically funny way around it all is, I am so nervous. I see the quality and talent of my work. I know I can sell my work, and it will mostly come from the work itself. But that means hard work. Hard diligent disciplined work is afoot. This is what I want, so let’s do it!

 

Nico

The Beginnings of something Unknown:

How to even begin this… It was years ago when I first started figuring out that Painting was what I wanted to do. I messed around with stuff in my friend’s basement way back in 2013. No idea what I was doing whatsoever, I soon found that I was self-teaching myself about art and what it meant to be an artist. It intrigued me so much! What spoke to me was that I had to do more, I had to find more, I had to be more… And so I did. I pursued the realm of art, and was confused. What I was walking into that every artist walks into is the struggle of being an artist. It had nothing to do with a specific medium of art, yet, it did at the same time. It didn’t matter that I was painting. I could have just as well as explored photography, music, writing, and the struggle of finding myself as an artist would remain the same. So what does an artist struggle with?

For one, style, right? Style is major for any artist, even if you are starting out, creating for fun, an enthusiast, or moving into art as a career.  Style is what is unique to the artist, not just the art that is being created. Because competition is a natural component of sales, competition becomes a factor Yet, it was all too similar. Like layers, I found myself associating these different aspects of my life, and integrating them into what I call “Flow Art.” The art of Dance and music, expression, abstract and structure… It all blends, and I had no idea what I was discovering. But I knew I had fallen in love. I am still learning to this day about how deep art takes me. There are limits within structure, but the structure I apply (frames) is limitless. The amount of color options are limited, yet, through dance and expression, there is limitless emotional connection. It is deep, this thing I have found. And I am along for the ride through the unknown, having a blast!

My first painting ever Sold!

It is hard to express the feeling you receive when the hard work you put into creating a product of your heart actually gets some sort of appreciation. Enough appreciation that someone else is willing to buy your work, that is. But with that being said, the feeling is awesome! I spent a few minutes taking photos with this piece, “Twister.” Looking back at these photos, I just laugh. I documented the raw emotions, playing around with the photos as if we were on a date, or some sort of emotional separation. Hah! This piece was special to begin with. It is what I consider an original. Not in style, or because there are no prints, but because this was one of the firsts I ever created with intention to sell. I painted this piece nearly three years ago, in 2015. It was then, when I started exploring how to frame my pieces, and if I should continue framing them. There is history tied to this piece, and it rests in a happy home as far as I know. What a cool feeling.

My world of Art, and where I come From.

Where do I come from? To play this game on a Universal level, well, I come from you. And you, and you, and that tree, and over there, look, a dinosaur! I exist, just as you do because of the history tied to this beautiful place. And because I am you, and you are me, is the art that I create just an extension of you? I guess what you are wondering is: Where did I grow up? Where did I find art…? Who is Nico Miller?

I was born in a little city known as Cottonwood, UT. But that was where the hospital existed, and crazily enough, the doctor that monitored and assisted still practices there at that hospital, some 30 years later.

I grew up in a quiet little dead end neighborhood, protected by a farm in my backyard, and old, retired people in the front yard. Not literally protected with linked arms and pitchforks… No… There weren’t many kids is what I mean… Sagehill Dr. I will never forget that address. I shouldn’t say never because who knows… Alzheimer’s, am I right? To get back on track, this little quaint place had

The Floating Frame Project

Framing art pieces is one challenge any viewer faces. From shadow-boxing to exquisite wooden, metal, or glass frames. And these frames guide our eyes to better focus on what the artist is trying to depict. From my standpoint, I want to frame my pieces to help guide that eye from the get-go. Granted, I fully support getting an additional frame for protection, or viewing pleasure. It isn’t always easy, making the decision for the viewer. In a way, I force the viewer to look at my pieces the way I want them to. It’s strange, to put my own interpretation of a frame on a piece, and hope that the viewer is open to the idea that the frame itself is art. Painted on, unique, and expressive. There is a direct link between how the frame works with the piece because the piece draws out inspiration for the frame. Quite interesting indeed from my perspective. How do you, the viewer, view my frames? What a fun game!

Finger painting is not just for Kids

I got the itch to finger paint one evening. I could not explain it, I just… wanted to. I wanted to know what the paint felt like as I squeezed it through my fingers, I wanted to know how painting felt without a foreign object in my hand.

Interestingly, I fought this. “You’ll make a mess… You don’t want to clean up a mess… It is just going to feel weird…” Yet, the curiosity was overwhelming. It felt as if I was a kid. Hell, I am a kid at heart, and even more so when I paint.

I didn’t put on gloves. I didn’t prepare for the mess. I dove in, all 10 digits at once, and what an experience! Swiping my fingers back and forth, swaying to the music; dancing my fingers off. My fingers were dancing across the canvas! It was absolutely beautiful watching what I was creating. Creating beautiful images of abstract color and then wiping them away felt pretty cool, very temporary. Learning how to use my fingers as brush tools was even more fun.

Breaking away from the all-out-kid-attitude, I began studying how I can utilize these new found tools. What a trip! My mind found a way to explore creativity, and there wasn’t a foreign object between me and the canvas. It was direct contact. The mind. The hand. The canvas.

This was my first finger painting experience. I do not think I have learned much about how to properly prepare for the clean up. I am still a kid when it comes to that… Holy cow! Yet, the concept of finger painting has evolved. I have discovered a way to express my heart and my art in a different way. Basic and primitive, yet fun and creative. It is strange to think that my ancestors were doing exactly what I am doing, but maybe without the mentality or approach that I have. Art is constantly evolving, and yet, we find ways to go back to our roots. This is important for art, and artists alike. We were artists before the concept even existed. So what does this tell you? Do we continue on this path of evolutionary artistic creation by going back to our roots? Is it impossible to ignore our roots? Subconsciously, I would argue that it is damn near impossible to ignore our roots. Innate creatures of habit.

Sure, I may have stumbled onto something new to me. Finger painting… hah! Who would have guessed it is what I would be doing? Maybe some of you think this is a no-brainer. But along my journey of artist creativity, not I. This was a discovery! A discovery of something ancient.

The title of this piece is “Mushroom Fairy.” Painted in 2015, this piece is absolutely one I am more connected to. Maybe it is actually because I used my fingers, and I eliminated the foreign tool.