first, I must confess, I’ve been broken. very.
and I was creatively stuck-ish.
truth be told – I was tired of it. I was so thirsty to sit at my studio table, for my own needs verses sitting down to make the next class curriculum, sample page, or painting for someone else.
long ago, diving into art saved me. and I needed it to save me again. so I got intentional. (I’m choosing intentional in many areas right now… art is just one of the many salves).
so here, the latest painting. I limited myself to three colors: Golden’s titanium white, manganese blue hue, paynes gray. and I used only a pallet knife to apply medium.
I had no idea what I was making.
but as I slid the buttery paint over the page – back and forth – back and forth, the sea appeared. a thing that looked like a mistake became a wave. and so forth. in this building of an intentional practice, I unintentionally was transported to this place. this place I love.
this is salve.
and these were the words in my head (and on the page’s backside of this painting) as I looked at the completed piece.
“the place I want to return to, time and time again.
the place I run away to…
of all my memories, the blue ( of the spinning blue ball I live on ) has been a welcome omniscient guest to the moments I have and will treasure.
my unending gratitude for the blue.”
I hope you too, do something intentionally to bring you back to a place of salve.