February 25, 2015
Bound in white. Bound in time and space. Yet each constriction seems to allow a more expanded creative journey. A little web in the upper back hall that hangs just so, just below the north window in the spare room a pink sweater has fallen on an old brown box, next to the table at the top of the stairs the thin light picks out the faint blue and silver of a long forgotten stuffed animal. Inspiration flows from every tiny space – burnt orange and swamp green, black lines on old chalky white, the dog tucked in a perfect oval on the red chair. The elegance of the two toned enameled pie plate is one I wish to duplicate on a copper woman totem. This space grows and expands by the day. Home travel. The back corners of the old corner cupboard are as compelling as any unknown continent.
When these spaces and objects are intimately experienced something palpable begins to flow out and seep in. While still up at the back end of the hall I am sent elsewhere. Now fully engaged in my own creativity I am completely unbound.
February 6, 2015
Don’t miss what the universe has to offer…………………..
just because it does not look like what you thought it would.
This year instead of resolutions I am setting some intentions. The intentions are created to act as awareness arrows. I will be guided to re-examine any beliefs that may have been silently absorbed by the culture and so bring myself into each present moment clear of any preconceived ideas. Heartflow, freedom and adventure will fill the days.
watercolor and painting by Jane Cather
January 27, 2015
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