Inspiration
A picture, a moment, the pattern on a shirt ,a napkin, a person, a feeling, a breeze, a smell , a song. Everything can trigger inspiration sometimes to much and confused I can not lay it on paper. I just try to empty my mind and let my heart slowly unfolds , to discover what lays underneath the surface of our minds. Sometimes it works sometimes better just doing something else.
Ah picasso picasso..
Every child is a artist the hard this is how to stay one once you grow up! - picasso
Standing Still
Like a tree in the desert! I started a new series of paintings , I introduced Black again , something that I banished a while ago I embrace now , because it is part of creation its where all starts. Behind light there is void , and void is where all begins! I work my way from darkness to light to colors to shape.
Mind versus Heart
My mind is always clinging , as soon as i find a new way of painting I try to keep it and if it wants to change I am almost holding back . letting go of past ideas or beliefs you thought to be true but no longer feel right is harder than I thought , I am so passionated sometimes that I just cant ! But I know the way of the heart is the right way and if I just take that step and go beyond my limitations I know each time I make new discoveries . So this time I dropped all my prejudices and had a lot of fun and even better I came one step closer to God.
Dancing beyond words
the body's expression is fare more subtle and complete than words. Dancing is a direct path to love and freedom , weather it has been worked and practiced for years like ballet or spontaneous dance of a child its reflecting our culture our emotions and feeling
This is Scribbles...
Iam very happy to be a scribbling painter to discover new combinations new patterns the process is way more fun than the actual result. Most people are uncomfortable if their mind can not classify it and their emotional senses are often covered up with cliches. A 6 year old child came to me one day and told me that his teacher took his painting away saying it was just scribbling and he felt he had to do something realistic. I showed him paintings of Jackson Pollock later years and YES scribbles are magic! Because its a free expression of who you are , of course its not the only way you can express your self but its one way.
Before the crash
The desire had left her and with it she lost a part of her childhood .Embraced by Two lovers in a thick fog in a endless transformation .
The Days where night the night were days a rocking boat with nauseous waves a trembling earth with a crater heart.
She was looking for her reflexion in a dreamlike state she talked herself to sleep waking up in the middle of the dream not knowing where to breath.
She wants to, but rejects , shes reaching out but just cuts loose......
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