Last week I dove all in to finish the piece as a bookmark. Before long, though, I got in over my head—one moment I was swimming around happily, adding marks here, color there; the next moment I used a paint marker that turned out to be too thick and found myself in a riptide of perceived wreckage.
Instant resistance, panic, thrashing, sinking: noooooooo!
But grace washed over me. I rediscovered that the same water in which I sink when I struggle in fear also supports me once I let go of fighting and rely on my oneness with it, which is buoyancy.
Buoyant, I move into open seas of wild possibility.
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| Waves Tapping Sea-Worn Rocks 1.5 x 6"; watercolor and acrylic marker on watercolor paper, mounted on card stock abstract bookmark 2018 [sold] |
6 comments:
"perceived wreckage" Oh how know thee so well! So glad you rose above the seas and produced this lovely bookmark!Very interesting shapes, seahorses, perhaps a dolphin or two!
Perceived wreckage. Yup! Love your perceived seahorses and dolphins here, Carol! Thanks.
Riptides! Wreckage! Open seas! This little masterpiece is rich with seafaring experience! A treasure map leading us to surrender. Bliss.
YES: a treasure map leading us to surrender! Thank you for the exquisite précis, Jen.
Just pure fun Dotty :) Summer, sand, sun and cooool water! You had me at toes into water, LOL. :)
It does hold summer sun and warmth, and thank goodness, because I need the reminder this morning—frost on the skylights, and I'm heading out on a predawn early-brrrd walk with a friend momentarily. Thanks for your responses, Sheila.
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