Ironically, once I get a paint brush in hand, not only do I take off and head right back up into the skies, but also I seem to like the tension of flying blind. As hard as it is to paint without "knowing how" or being in control—and believe me, it's usually way hard—something in me is deeply nourished by the challenge, by letting myself muck about and make mistakes and make discoveries and make beauty and make good on finding that nonverbal place of stillness within me from which to create.
Today, I went full throttle into uncharted skies—continued with yesterday's start by using tissue paper, brayer, nylon screen, wax pastels, oil pastels, ink—until I switched on the audio system and said to my painting, You have arrived at your destination. You can unfasten your seatbelt now and move about the cabin. Thanks for choosing Flying Blind Airlines.
|Air Traffic Control Pattern|
10.5x8", acrylic, collage, ink, and pastels on canvas paper