I have been busy.
But they say we shouldn't say that anymore...
I have been doing lots of art intertwined with my life.
I even have the opportunity to show my work this July.
So I did a practice run this weekend.
There is something about this series of work
that is different than the others.
Still trees, still bright, but very different.
The wabi sabi concept is helping me let go.
(Wabi Sabi is the art of finding beauty in the imperfections)
This art begs me not to get lost
or stop in the "perfection" of it all.
I paint with freedom.
Pour paint and drag
paint around on the page.
I work quickly thinking of only this.
It is a meditation
this moment clear and bright
Engrossed in color combinations.
Pushing and pulling paint with a card.
The tool takes away the chance at the details.
After they dry and rest
I come back to these paintings
with new eyes
I hold a copic marker or pigma pen in hand.
I find the trees hiding in the colors
dwelling in the layers.
The painting head space is separate from the tree finding head space.
This is when the details can come.
This is when I can look for the order in the chaos.
I am not fighting this series.
I am not looking for the next idea.
I dream of the next mess I can make
and then find order in the mess.
I am content in making these paintings.
I want to find more trees in the chaos.
The words to go with the art. Because Art doesn't speak for itself.