A fresh sparkly windy July day with dry air.
A handmade knockoff Cabbage Patch doll with Chapstick all over his face.
Two dried prunes.
An improbable storyline unspooling in a novel.
An eighth-grade watercolor painting of a black canvas shoe.
A bunch of scraps, glue, straightedges, oil pastel.
Spaciousness.
Inner stillness.
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| Raynaud Buckles Up and Walks the Train Trestle 4x5"; acrylic, latex, India ink, watercolor, collage, and oil pastel abstract 2018 |
8 comments:
Love your question and it's many answers! Room for thought and speculation. Love that small lt blue resting patch!
I love to read that there is inner stillness and spaciousness underneath! Thank you for reminding, I know painting is all about that, but tend to forget it. I love that you put it for sale! I tend to forget about that too!
Thanks for the feedback about the resting patch, Carol. And, yes, room for thought and speculation—room for being.
I went in and out of spacious inner stillness, landing there for a long stretch once I completed "Raynaud." It is more often than not the human experience to move in and out of consciousness. Yup: for sale. I've got a series going : )
Your post today reads like poetry. I can see you standing at a microphone under a spotlight in a crowded room, reading these words. The audience is silent, listening, hanging on your words.
And this PIECE! Off-kilter and hurly-burly in a way that makes me smile. You are a rock star!
Wow, Jen! Thank you for painting the picture of me at the mike! Grateful for your 'off-kilter and hurly-burly way that makes me smile' feedback re today's painting.
Your banner has had me thinking of Pilgrims. But really stylish, modern Pilgrims. LOL. This has me thinking of travel, a glorious journey to gorgeous parts of the world. Love it Dotty :)
ooo, fun that "Raynaud" has you thinking of travel. I certainly 'traveled' internally as I created it.
Stylish modern Pilgrims—that's who we are, Sheila, journeying to sacred places through the act of painting : )
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