I thought i'd attempt intuitive painting last night.
Just let myself go & put blobs of paint anywhere on the paper
without thinking about whether it makes sense or not,
or without trying to make it look like something.
4 colours - prussian blue, purple, white and turquoise.
Whenever i begin this process, it never takes long for my brain to kick in
& start whispering things like, "what the hell is this supposed to be?" or
"c'mon now, you're not cut out for abstract painting". :-)
I ignore the inner critic & just keep putting blobs here & there,
looking for areas that feel interesting to circle or branch out with.
I don't know if it would be defined as abstract, because in the end,
something always ends up looking like something.
I don't give this much thought as i'm painting though.
It doesn't need to be categorized.
It just needs to be painted.
I put colour where i feel like putting colour
...and a few things start taking shape here & there...
some added white & detail, until it feels finished.
It may not be something i'd frame on my wall, but the process is very liberating,
and that's ultimately what it's about, isn't it? There's a certain point in this process
where i no longer hear the critical whispers in my head
and where the music is perfect
and the air is good
and I am totally comfortable
and i am in the zone...
I believe it is that sacred space that allows us all to shine.
It is that space that allowed Tiger Woods to be at the top of his game,
or Michaelangelo to paint his masterpiece,
or Mozart to compose his symphony.
After i'm done, I only then notice my dirty water. :-)
I'm bad with changing the water - I should really have spare water containers by my side
so I wouldn't need to get up & change it when i'm on a roll.
And on another note, I feel like an magnet for assholes these days... :-(
I got stopped by the police yesterday for having expired license plates.
My stickers were due 2 weeks ago... i hadn't noticed.
Some cops are good people - i'm sure of this - but this guy wasn't one of them.
He happily wrote me a ticket.
$172.50, two weeks before Christmas.
I hope Santa brings him a bag of coal... :-)
I love happy bunny & have this little poster on my studio wall.
Last night, it made me smile more than usual.