I try to do these all the time as an excessive in being present.
There is a time in my life where all I could see was where it’s gone and not where I was going. It wasn’t that I was blind so much. I was just so busy reliving those moments over and over and over again in my soul that I couldn’t , that I couldn’t even be in the present anymore. It was heartbreaking. I’m still not really sure how I kind of ricocheted out of all these things .
I swear to you, I know the reds, blues and yellows, they saved me. Made me whole again. The textures and the patterns in the patchworks moved the stars for me.
Love is the breeze as it whispers secrets to you about yourself and the world.
It’s really a beautiful place. The edges are rusty and sun kissed. Home.
All parts of one whole.
Connectivity 2 ink – Painter Files Podcast
Busy weeks, always. I never know what each week gives me.
I used to love only watching sad movies. It was thing I would do to find my mood to create. As my twenties ended it came as less of a need to survive. The Polar bear needs the iceberg but the whale only needs the ocean. I got better at my craft and stopped looking outward. The whole process is a winding road of a hellscape. 🙂
My body is getting older and with that I feel the pain of my youth. Every time I should have broken and my body flexed is felt getting up from chairs. Horrible truth of the reverse of invincibility.
I hate baths. I only take them when the pain is so bad it’s hard to breath. The worst … human soup.
With Fall comes rain and with rain comes pain in bones.
Push past and the pain and create.
Life has a scary reality that comes with mortality.
continue on dreamers.
til next time,