If I'm not standing at my easel to paint I'm often working on the floor which is really hard on my knees...particularly as the years go by. But this week, after yoga in my studio one morning I suddenly realized the greater value of my yoga mat and my knees felt great after my session on the floor. I don't know why these things often take me years to figure out, but I'm glad they finally come to me.
I am a huge fan of poetry, particularly poetry about nature. Several of my books are small, pocket-sized editions that I can take with me anywhere I go and as I was reading Robert Frost the other day I wondered how the poetry would look written on a canvases. I'm really pleased with it so far.
There are those times when I'm so unsure of the direction that my work will take that I often pause, but then become tired of being stagnate and need to do something...anything. This is one of those times and I'm finding it a challenge to be still for a little while. I've also felt rather anxious, which I know tends to precede a creative breakthrough for me, and it certainly is difficult to weather. It always feels like harrow and fallow. Working a field and then allowing it to rest. I like the definition of fallow as '1. land left unseeded after being ploughed and harrowed to regain fertility for a crop; 2. an idea or state of mind undeveloped or inactive, but potentially useful.'
Next I think I'll incorporate more stencils and then add the canoe or tipi image...I wonder which rabbit hole this will lead to?
Honouring the Ancestors
Great Places Plan