After lunch, after meditating in the warm gusty-winded November outdoors, with multi-colored clouds flying fast-forward across the bowl of the sky, I dampened my canvas again. Used a 1.5" brush to cover it with a thin coat of medium. Followed that with the fun of painting the surface yellow—all sorts of yellow. Then some white. A bit of cadmium red. More yellow. Worked fast and freely—mixing, blending, watching. Taking delight in subtleties of tone and shade and in the physicality of moving my brush. Loved making lightning-speed micro-decisions. Spark, spark, spark! All just to cover an 8x10" piece of canvas with yellow.
Some little something came together. Conception. New life!
Rockabye Dotty 8x10", mixed media on unstretched canvas abstract 2015 $80 |
6 comments:
It does look like the beginning of something new, unexpected, and wonderful. Maybe it started in that meditation.......
Wauw Dotty, I like hearing the flow in your description!
I think it may be me in the womb of what will give birth to whatever new, unexpected, and wonderful places my new relationship with my mom will lead me.
Thanks, Simone. This painting is one of the ones that your art has inspired; such a gift to me to be playing with art in this way as I move through the early days of a personal world changed by the death of my mother. I am grateful for the wordlessness of painting, the way painting can open doors in ways that language does not.
I see joy :) Really enjoy reading your posts, as well as seeing your art :)
Thanks for your comments, Sheila. There IS joy; glad it radiates! Also glad you enjoy both my writing and my painting—I am so nourished by both creative acts, especially in their current partnership.
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