Painting Takes me Deeper

I Discover More of Myself with Each Painting

When an image moves me, or a color, or shape, I just have to recreate it in my own personal way. Then it goes deep within me, becomes a part of me, helps me move along the path to my next inspiration. This place hit some deep core within me. A friend from my online painting class just returned from Cyprus with this image. She graciously said I could use it for a painting.

I worked on this one for some days. An under painting seemed flat. Then I added a woman on the beach. But she had to go since the image needed no human to distract from it power. I ultimately ended up moving away from the photo, and just letting my intuition take over. Then it came to life. It’s almost like the power of the place came forth once I didn’t think about it anymore.

The blues of the sky lightened up, reflected in the blue green of the Aegean water, and was even carried through onto strong rock formations and the stoney beach. I knew when it was done. The textures, the flow, the movement somehow all felt right within me. I’ve never been to this place in this lifetime, but doing this painting has ingrained it in my soul. I know this beach. I remember this sacred place. It holds a place in my psyche like no other.

This is the magic of Doing Art. Not analyzing it, not thinking about it, not wishing or wondering what image to do next, but the actual rubbing the moist wipes with color over the surface, the large brushes stroking across the canvas, the dabbing of sponges of layer upon layer of texture creates a feeling of place. This is free form, instinct guided, intuition painting, at it’s finest. FUN!