I sense that the unwrapping is ordained - YET - I am anxious... I am afraid. When the wrapping unravels, the heart's position is precarious, There are thorns. If I give into the process there will be pain. What is the pain? What are the thorns? What is the bandage that wraps my heart? What is the bondage? What will happen once it is removed?
A belief system there to protect had served its purpose. Now - a call to something greater.
Recognizing a sense of loss - a mourning felt with tears - irrigates that which was barren. In my own experience, decades spent in the guise that I had it all together resulted in solitude. At the point I outwardly showed my brokenness - solitude was replaced with community.
Drawing has been a context in which the deeper unconscious parts of me communicate and bring my truths into consciousness. This blog will share more of those drawings and hopefully ignite others.
Pretty simple definition: Art is when the medium used in an expression (i.e. ink and paper used in a drawing) take on life beyond the medium. When art is viewed the interaction is not an awareness of the medium... but rather the life that transcends the medium.
OK...the goal of this blog is a container - a vehicle for creative exploration and expression... yet I find myself frozen...unable to create the first post. The critic who blocks progress is within. I don't feel a need to satisfy something outside of myself.
So I will start with a drawing done over a decade ago... for this drawing has always spoke of releasing - of letting go. That which is to have a life of its own must not be held tightly.
