I'm soaking my head in a different way of late, mindfully immersing my whole self in a scene before painting it.
To fully dunk myself before picking up my brush today I dove back into a recent walk at Singing Beach, mentally re-perceiving the colors and textures and air. I swam in the photo I took, too, and I further plunged into an abstract painting that caught my eye.
As I walked into my studio—refreshed and clear—I left behind everything except the feeling in my body. No photographs to reference, nothing but what I held inside me that sought expression.
And then I painted.
|Soaking my Head at Singing|
6x6", acrylic on gessobord