mixed media collage 8x8 inches on watercolor paper
It has been two years since I wrote on this blog that is painting inspired.
What surprised me in a serendipitous way was that the first post I had made in this blog format, (sistermotherbeloved in 2009) was also at a beginning, when I moved to Bavaria.
This is interesting to reflect on ....how many beginnings we are given throughout our lives. So many experiences to come to know ourselves, to know what really matters.....
Two years ago I had stepped into a process of painting that would lead me deeper in touch with myself than I could have imagined.
I'm kind of excited to see myself sitting at this desk, with my new computer from last year that I've hardly touched...maybe it was waiting for this moment, to write again.
It feels that way.
So that process did bring me more in touch with myself and now - yeah, it's just me in the house. Just me in the garden. Just me in the studio. Just me in the kitchen, on the porch, mending the fences where the persistent groundhogs still enter the field garden. Just me, landing more gently. I thought I knew what landing was all about.
There is a returning to myself. To realize I am fun to be with. Maybe this is too personal.
Well, that's where I'll start. I'm tucked away on Blogger while everyone else is on Substack. That's ok.
I will find an image to share of the renewal, of the remembering, of the returning.
Abstraction has called my intuition awake to a new way of expressing myself in paint and collage....I follow where it leads. I ride the bumpy parts of the road.
I enjoy the flow when I notice that, too.
i'm very grateful to be here, that's for sure.
If my words reach anyone who is a reader, even though it might sound like I am talking to myself....may they feel the gentle whisper of remembering that calls us all back to ourselves, back to what we have aways known matters most in life.
That knowing, that remembering matters now more than ever.
