At first, I fight and resist and strike out and punch and rant and thrash and gain no ground. I think I'm up against an immutable law of physics.
Then, exhausted to the point of stillness, I see that I have created my own uproar, am up against my own mind.
Again.
I let self-compassion wrap its arms around me.
Also again!
I dial into being present to simple pleasures:
• managing the intricacies of using a rewards card and my credit card successfully at a gas pump on the way home from the gym on an unexpectedly balmy predawn December morning;
• collecting from our mailbox a bank statement, a payment, a magazine, and a postcard featuring a first-day-of-issue postage stamp;
• building layers and layers and stories and stories into a veritable skyscraper of a new painting!
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Reading the Braille of Bark and Lichen
6 x 6"; acrylic, latex, ink, and oil pastel on canvas board
abstract landscape
2019
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art history (backstories can be read at links):
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| layers painted over In the Wake, Emmy! |
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| painters' tape on top of layers |
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| Reading the Braille … |