Without a compass, without a plan.
Knowing, not knowing.
This afternoon the stretch of river I traverse is sparkling with sunlight, warm on the surface. I float on my back, face to the sky, no eye to the horizon, no map in hand.
I tear bits of newsprint, glue them to my work in progress. I tear tissue paper, glue pieces in place. I scribble and outline with colored ink pens, scratch out some wordless words.
And that is where I am.
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| buoyancy 3, 11/4/15 work in progress |
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| Buoyancy 9x12", mixed media on canvas paper abstract 2015 $108 |
5 comments:
I can just feel the water in this one...
I can feel the water, too. In the end, the piece may have become too 'busy,' but I have a soft spot for the flotsam and jetsam, including the wordless words I scribbled Emmy!-style; I used my left hand, wrote quickly and assuredly, had full confidence that whatever I needed to say was being said loud and clear : )
Thanks, Sheila. I'm living in altered consciousness right now, and I'm painting from that space.
There is this 'flow' in your description that I really like. And I also like the outcome, it has lots of energy!
Thanks for your comments, Simone, both about my writing and my painting. The energy I am feeling of late feels a little bit more like rapids than flow, but I'm not fighting it (much).
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