the images of the interior pushing into form; the paint speaks its own language. completing the work was slow going: i stared, sat down in front of it, silent, didn't know what to do next, napped, ate, sat again. i let go of any ideas i had - i surrendered. if it wanted to be ripped in half or painted over, so be it. i saw others so bold painting over entire paintings to make whole new visions overlaid on the work from weeks before, scissor sculpting the working space into shapes, pieces, fringe. whatever attachments i may have harbored, i was willing to go to the extreme if called. in that giving up of an agenda, the guidance came: fire around the belly! electricity! sprout! roots! re-green the heart! focusing in on the details, exploring the space, i was a steward for the vision despite the limited skills i had to conjure them. it felt good to finish. if i were to write to you about what the last weeks have been like, this painting would tell it all, and thensome. bike ride on the cusp of the evening, ate 2 meals in one sitting & sat in one place until i felt i was settled, present, here again.
in other news: ankah is dead. call me heart. bliss. love.
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