I know I didn't use metaphor to think about the act of navigating rocks. In fact I don't think I had any metacognitive thinking going on at all as I clambered around with my sisters and summer friends, but I do remember being consciously aware of what I now think of as the conversation taking place between my open eyes and my bare feet. Such pure pleasure, those split-second decisions that led to mountain-goat nimbleness as I traversed the rocky playground beneath my feet.
It's not that I never stubbed a toe, or scraped a knee, or met obstacles—I did, but the intuitive, reflexive nature of my actions was direct and straightforward.
Love, love, love when the same happens while painting.
I channeled those Old Kelsey Point rocks and that goat-footed movement today.
|Low Tide High Rocks|
7x7", acrylic, ink, and wax pastel on canvas paper