those red pulsing threads
returning to the thread of a painting requires trust
and willingness to hang out in i don't know
or any judgement that jumps in to keep company with
"i don't know"
the red pulse magnified by brown lines
grew more and more bold
and still
we found a way in further,
there was still a doorway to open
how?
was it as simple (yes) as to invite another color?
i could feel the answer was yellow
the yellow began to bubble
and then
the brush found its way
rounding out the circles of yellow
bubbling here and there and there
it was like breathing
like the painting was breathing now,
whereas before it was just pulsing, beautifully.
astonished
i painted yellow circles
until i knew the satisfaction
and quiet thrill of completion.
