There are four original paintings left at Enormous Tiny (ahem...holidays are approaching) and there's a BOGO sale going on through Sunday in my shop on prints. And I'm finally sitting down to work on a new series. I've taken most of September (and up until now) off to regroup after Summer's feeding frenzy.
Ahh, it feels so very right to be sitting at the worktable again. I love the cycles of days and art. I get a particular thrill of seeing the work projected from my soul onto a screen in my mind and then beginning the process to help them come to life. They seldom look just as I'd pictured them, because they like to do the driving after a certain point- and I'm happy to let them boss me around.
I've been trying to read a book from beginning to end, The Courage to Create, by Rollo May. It was written in 1975 from a psychologist's point of view. I've loved every page, yet I keep losing the damn book! The first copy was from the library and I left it in the seatback in front of me as I flew back from Boston in early September. So I ordered a copy from Amazon, knowing it was one of few books I would return to again and again. I began almost from the beginning to re-read all I needed refreshing on, got about 50 pages beyond, and now I can't find it!
The TRUST portion of me has hooked into the idea that there is something important and timely in that book which I'm at this moment opening up to. It's so full of gems, so I'm prepared to have my socks knocked off. *If only I could locate it*. And the nastier voice that badgers, "Why are you always losing everything!!??" is the one I'm trying to sshh down like a babe who's cranky and needs a nap.
And then I put another bead in my goddessy mess of a rat's nest and allow the critical bits to go out the way they came. Because I just don't want to do that anymore.
*cluster dread bead by naessla*