Blogging has been last on the "to do" list lately.
I've been DEEP DEEP into a nine month FEARLESS™ Painting teacher's training course
which has resulted in
eating color for my breakfast and words for my supper!
No, not really!
But metaphorically for sure.....
Here is the GIANORMOUS art journal I created for my painting assignments in class.
It's 18"x24" and is filled with my favorite Fabriano paper.
paintings I did in Sedona.
Ripe juicy neon colors!
Only this morning (it's still dark outside!) I began painting the first page.
Yes, beginning with scribbles is the easiest way to get over the dreaded white page syndrome.
Just mess it all up....then rescue it!
I'm 4 painting assignments behind already, so I gotta get with it!
Yet wise words from within began to spill onto the covers.....
"follow the magic * let color lead the way"
and silly ones too.....
"eat paint for breakfast and words for supper"
and heart felt true words . . .
"this is what you were born to do - I know because I cannot stop"
And out of those early morning scribbles, Sedona skies dawned onto the first page.
The circles are the "orbs of light"
that unfailingly show up in my (and everyone else's) photos of Sedona.
The energy there floats through the air, dancing for the camera lens.
Here's the "screen" I painted for the teacher's training class.
It's 6 feet long when extended!
(And heavy - made of wood and hinged with iron.)
Painted vessels and tribes - yep that's my thing.
Above, you'll see the back side.....dots, dots and more dots!
This screen has many stories to tell, but I cannot share all my secrets....
Figures in the messy background were "excavated"using my favorite "found image" painting method.
There are real pressed orchids buried in the paint!
Aren't they yummy?
Oooh I see another face floating just above the couple.....can you see it too?
Is that spooky? I confess sometimes it freaks me out (just a little).
And all these faces were clear as day to me.
Okay, THAT really does freak me out!
Each are adorned with crowns and jewels of metallic golds, bronzes and turquoise.
They're special little ladies - princesses and queens of the Tribe.
And buried beneath all this paint are words.
Secret words that no one but me will ever know.
Don't you loooovvvvve secrets?
Or do they make you overly-crazy with curiosity?
Lean in . . .
Tell me your's and I might tell you mine.
(No . . . no - I won't.)