Forever.
However........
There was this Brandon made canvas calling my name.
So, very late on the afternoon that we met Brandon, I put that canvas on my easel. And something magical happened.
There is a very special place to me, which I've told you about in an older post. It's Canyon de Chelley, on Navajo land in northern Arizona. In the canyon is an incredible rock formation, known as Spider Rock.
Somehow, I knew I would try to paint Spider Rock on that canvas. So, I dug through all my photos and found one to use as my guide.
Here's the photo.
Here's the painting, as it progressed.
That took all of an hour, I think.
I was flabbergasted by what I'd done!
And terrified that I'd ruin it.
I called one of my dear friends, who is an incredibly gifted artist and spilled all my excitement and fear into her listening ear and open heart. I told you about our conversation in the post RIGHT BRAIN-LEFT BRAIN.
I set Spider Rock aside, but within arm's reach, and next day, I returned to working on Canyon Secrets. But a couple of times, I found myself putting some paint on Spider Rock, without even being conscious that I was doing so!
Spider Rock is still unfinished...and might remain so, for a while. I will return to her at the right time, I know.
Meanwhile, something is happening in me. There is a huge shift in everything I'm doing with my painting. It feels glorious!
And I am grateful!
Tomorrow, I'll tell you more about Brandon and how he has affected my painting. But for now, I've spent all the time I want to on this computer.
My easel...and a whole world of possibilities...are awaiting me!
I am grateful for possibilities!




3 comments:
WELL.. Spider Mountain will be the healing hand.
When one door seems to close..another will open. How divine ..
The shifting you mention is catchy.. I swear.
When I start to do a painting.. I always say.. it's just paint.. it's just paint. Then a funny thing happens.. It turns into something
vital.. critical..urgency takes hold.. UGH.
Dang Monkey Mind..
Well I told you about the 'window' painting I did.???
Hung it on my porch.. Rained the nest morning and into the night.. The 'window' painting was botched.. so much for outdoor acrylics!!
I was so sad. I covered it so my hubby wouldn't see it.. I was somehow 'ashamed' and embarassed. Go figure..
I scraped most of the pictures off.
NOW here is the 'a new door will open'..The third time around.. yes. I scraped the second time off.. but the Third time around I swear.. I painted like a pro.. no worry.. cuz a had the scraper you see.. hee hee
So I will keep the 'It's just paint' in my monkey mind. and truly push it away..and let my soul paint.
This was a bit long.. but it also was 'a brick' I had to share and then put down.
THANK YOU SKAY.
Grateful this morning.
for you!!
love
gini
Yes, Gini! I certainly feel as if a great big door has opened, both in and for me! ;)
Oh! Bad Words for that 'outdoor paint!'
Why, oh Why do we feel shame about things which we aren't responsible for? Glad you put down that 'brick.' Now, don't pick it up again!
Love this story! The great unfolding continues..
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