I'm struck softly as I paint round and oval stones, reminded time and time again, how if I get still enough they will tell me their story. If I rumble through the ride, we'll get nowhere. It's best always to just let go.
I had to trust the first white dots on the stone above. On an exhale, the first spiral made. I reserved judgement until we'd walked the path together and found again, in the lightest shade of pink, the road leading home.
There is something different about this group of thirty stones from Homer. Perhaps it's the intention in which they were selected. Or maybe it's the spirit of those I'm painting for calling them home. Either way, I have quite a feeling. Ten left to paint.
Love these...especially the second one, something about the pointy-ness with the curvy-ness is really beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteHehe...I'm kinda obsessed over the curvy and pointy these days!! Thank you for your sweet comment lady!
DeleteAmy! omg, the first one is gorgeous!. Yep, year of the dragon for sure gf!.
ReplyDeleteThanks Chris!! This is gonna be one hell of year...magic and miracle abound!!
Deletethat's what always strikes me about your handling these precious stones:
ReplyDeleteyou listen for their stories.
you give intention to what you paint upon them.
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You're so good to me Foxy. Thanks for "getting it." xo
DeleteI can't help but smile when I look at these stones! Such wonderful color and texture!
ReplyDeleteJillian, I feel the same way when I see your work!!
DeleteLadies you warm me up! Thank you for your comments. xo
ReplyDeleteI truly hope that one day we'll get to sit together and get tipsy while VERY passionately talking about art and process and hows and why and... all of it.
ReplyDeleteThat to say, I get it. I really do.
Me too kelly girl! We've lots to discuss : ) xo
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