Watching Paint Dry!

The painting doesn’t look like this anymore….it won’t look like this when I am finished, this is just the swirling of beginning that lets the colours and the water do their thing on a slightly sloping board. If I take my intent away and let it become what it will with the help of gravity then I will have the moment of impetus when i can see what it will be and trust myself to make it so.

I could have started with a particular idea, gridded my board and copied from photos and plans onto the canvas….but really if I wanted to do that for me, there is a camera and a computer that can do it so much more cleanly than my hand and eye working together. That kind of making of a picture would have set a mount in time so rigidly it could not have flowed with me.  My kind of creation is responsive and allows the painting to in a way guide itself to where it will become ‘finished’ and pleasing. I will get an idea in a while and in the process I will understand more of a life issue than I did before while all this watching paint drying happens. Maybe this is the meditation of the future….it is meditation in my present.

Last time I wrote in here it was about being seen by other people as I am and for what I am about. That is part of this thing of watching paint dry. I can not control what other people perceive. I can simply be the colours of myself that I am. Perception is a product of the lookers past experiences filtered through base values that have formed the lookers ability to see self and self in the world. It is ump on that and our comparison of self to other that perception unfolds like paint drying. That which is seen of me is as transient as the movement of the paint on my canvas this morning. The addition of anything including time will change how the colours are moving or not and what shade they will turn in the drying.

I have been showered with words of late. So many people being honestly touched by my Journey to Beautiful and the experience of colouring the images, and telling me about their own experiences. Well wishes and support have come and continue to come from so many people. Something is happening slowly to make the opening of my life to the effect of being seen….something that I can’t say what I will be when it is done…paint is swirling and stopping and starting within me. It will dry as it does and more layers will come.

I am more myself since I have let people see me, unadorned and with only my own life philosophy and agenda. People are kind and generous for the most part. My canvas is dried and I should go see where it wants to go next…or I could have a cup of coffee and let it be as it is for a while and appreciate the view! Happy Day.

Sandy

 Journey to Beautiful, my book of life in images can be viewed here. http://www.boolarongpress.com.au/content/bookstore/bookDetails.asp?bookid=922