Stuck in old patterns. Controlled and symmetrical. I analyse how to lay the paints While others paint elaborate pictures.
Judgement sets in. Am I doing This right?
Conscious of the pressure as I move on the mat... I ask myself How will this affect the paint Beneath me?
The point is reached and I forget. I forget about the painting unfolding under me. Moving my body, rolling and twisting my spine I let go of trying to control the outcome. I am present in the experience.
Let it all unravel.
Excitement rises as we unfold the artworks. Each one is completely beautiful. Shaped by application, but breathing 'Life' through colours. Created by the way our bodies have moved, Each one completely unique.
My artwork is an expression of me. A true gift revealing a vision of my soul Laid bare for the world to see:
An angel made of rose quartz Gleaming in the light of pearls streaming down its body Fluid like water and radiating love. Open to the possibilities.