Today I woke up and went straight to my art table.
I have been working with stencils and text and transfers. I looked back through my journal pages; the colors are bright, the pages layered. Some pages stick together heavy with gesso and medium.
Where to begin?
I looked up at the overcast sky and thought, some days are grey. So, I deliberately reached for a different color. It turned out to be gold. This is how my meditation began.
What are we doing when we make art?
We are witnessing ourselves. We are working with something that comes from us that we give form. For me, it is an uncovering, which may seem counter intuitive because I begin by adding. Paint. Ink. Text. Image. I start with any of these. Then, I see what emerges.