All the art of living lies in a fine mingling
of letting go and holding on.
I've been MIA for the last few days.
Sometimes, life itself is too damn good
to be spending any time
blogging about it.
I'm back now,
so you can all breathe a sigh of relief,
get yourself a drink and settle in.
I started this last night with no idea
where it was going.
Intuitive painting, i guess.
i thought of the funny & multi-talented Cat as i painted,
when she posted the question lately
about whether or not we talk to ourselves while painting.
Last night, i seemed to be repeating the words
just trust yourself.
And so i did.
It's still a work in progress,
so i'm not sure yet how i feel about it.
I sometimes wish i didn't always gravitate
towards these familiar leafy pod shapes...
But it is what it is, right?
If i consciously tried to change its direction
then it's no longer intuitive painting,
but controlled painting.
Controlled painting is ok sometimes
but last night, i was in the mood
for letting emotions run free,
like wildflowers in the wind.
I'll try to post it again once its done.
It's a rainy Sunday,
my teenage son is here with a few friends,
and i think I feel
a painting coming on.
Hoping you all have a great week.
Pull yourselves away from the computer now & then.
It does the soul good.