Noted last night: "If photography is recording (and interpreting) what I see around me then painting could be viewed as creating a representation of what's inside me. Photos of my unconscious?"
It sounds obvious, I know, but last night I was really struck by how I don't know what will come out onto the page or canvas until it is there. It's the opposite of photography (for me anyway) and I'm loving how these two disciplines complement each other. I have so much creative energy swirling inside me at the moment, and I seem to have reached the point in this grief journey where the sole focus is on my new life, not my old one any more. As I'm not in a relationship I can spend every single drop of my energy on my own projects/desires/dreams. It's incredibly liberating.
I love how you feel it in your solar plexus when an image (be it photographic, collaged or painted) comes into focus. It's a calm centred feeling, a grounded yes, an outward breath. I've been appreciating this quiet place of creating, carved out during a busy week of doctors appointments and poster designing and general getting-my-life-in-gear goings on. Tonight the lovely Anna arrives, and tomorrow my sister will be here too, so i've got a weekend with my girls to look forward to. I'll be thinking about my girls spread across the globe too :-)