Something occurred to me as I was working this weekend. Something felt different. I was working like I always do. Doing the usual process of, "um, that's pretty good, um, not so much." Working on one piece, setting it aside while I waited for it to offer me a way to continue - picking up another piece and finding my way in - layers, scraping, painting, things appearing, things disappearing - all usual except one thing -
I felt different - more relaxed, easier with the work - not so frenetic - more thoughtful - still pushing, but feeling at home while I did. Have I finally grown into myself and my process? I know this has been a gradual thing - this change has been happening on a level I wasn't aware of until this weekend - when I really knew - the work is still hard and I welcome the challenge, but now it's tempered with an inner knowledge that I have grown into. That's good. The photos below are of two pieces I finished this weekend.

mixed media on board, 12x12, 'She Couldn't Balance'

mixed media on board, 12x12, 'She Saw the Flash'
I have my roller skates on again this week!! Fast forward!
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