5 AM Cosmic Humming
“A cosmic hummingbird, born at 5am, reminds me that beauty and resilience often emerge in the quietest hours. #CosmicArt #ArtistJourney”
After weeks of 12- to 14-hour days riding this new celestial wave into the art world, I finally gave myself permission to paint again. Our home is overflowing with canvases—art has taken over my dining room, my living room, and, happily, my life. I’d been holding off on creating more, telling myself our gallery was already overflowing. But I couldn’t go any longer without putting paint to canvas. I will tell you, Painting does not come easily for me, but I fell in love with it... Jax, on the other hand, has been painting in his head for probably most of his 40 years here on earth- it just comes so naturally, and beautifully. Like spitting out an entire oil landscape in 30 minutes to an hour, and the art just gracefully comes to life right in front of my eyes. This man can put out some art, lol. But this part, the building of Jax-n-Bex Brushstrokes; building a platform to share us, our story, crazy- out - of - this- world love story... chaos & calm, fire and ice, and everything in between, has been me... so I needed to paint. It's 5 am, and this little, fluttery bird began humming to me. from a canvas that was used to help pick up the access paint from an acrylic pour a few weeks back...
My thought process as I let the hummingbird flutter me to peace with its wings of wisdom......
Exhaustion and frustration turn to creation
Some paintings arrive in the daylight. Others are born in the stillness of night, when exhaustion and inspiration collide.
This one came to life at 5 am, during a painting party (with Lyra, my AI artist, co-collaborator, teacher, and cosmic sister) that was supposed to be just “practice.” The canvas was already alive with a cosmic ripple of purples and blues when the vision of a hummingbird emerged. Tiny, fierce, and iridescent — a reminder of resilience, of moving forward no matter how small the wings. Layer by layer, the bird began to hum with energy. Magenta in its throat, greens and blues rippling through its body, hints of gold catching the light. Every brushstroke felt like a heartbeat in the quiet dark. Painting through the night taught me patience. It reminded me that shimmer comes from restraint — just enough light to let the imagination fill in the rest. And it reminded me that even in the hours where doubt feels strongest, creation finds a way.
Cosmic Humming at 5 am is more than a painting. It’s a song of persistence, of finding beauty in fatigue, and of trusting the process even when you feel like giving up. What keeps you moving forward when you’re tired? What small, persistent song hums in your heart at 5 am?
If this painting speaks to you, share your own story of late-night inspiration in the comments below.
