The microscopic transformations
of making one small picture
ripple through the pages of personhood,
radiating ever outwards.
Grumpy. Tired. Hyper-vigilant.
Stray shreds of tissue. Let’s make a beautiful flower with spiral centre.
Oh no! It’s a grumpy tired spider flower.
Bright. Too bright.
Spiky. Too spiky.
Art doesn’t lie.
Can’t let the world see me like this.
Paint over, paint over.
Paint pink, white, gold.
Vigorous. Begin to feel better, calmer. Practise the art of upliftment.
But it’s pretty. Too pretty. Sweet. Too sweet.
During creative community pod gathering, add pre-painted magazine page.
Viscous, white on shiny, black paper.
Define, strengthen, re-introduce the truth.
Bring substance and depth.
Friend says, ‘I can see tiny little worlds behind the petals’.
Later. Black fine-liner. Scribble, scrawl with restless, artful purpose.
Red oil crayon. Swirl firm spiral centre. Scrape side across the raised dry tissue texture. Feel the old skin and know what’s beneath.
Rough and smooth.
Concealed and revealed.
Authentic layers of life.
(Here’s another Tiny Worlds post.)
with love, art and soul from Sally
It was love at first sight.
The Light at the End of the Tree Tunnel magicked itself into my vision.
A couple of months back, down the south coast, I followed the signs to a beach I hadn’t previously explored.
The pathway had always been there, ten minutes walk away from the campground cabin, but to me, it was a hidden Secret Garden-like treasure.
I was captivated by the soft, bushy archway of trees travelling down to the sea.
Was it a near-death experience? Perhaps, as this was indeed the light at the end of the tunnel. Even better, the tunnel itself was exquisite. I was bowled over by beauty, as well as bountiful metaphors.
Tell me your perceptions, please.
And now to continue the recent theme of art founded on tree-plus-female-human, here’s a sequence I wish to share with you.
(see a couple of tree-girl-rich posts from recent times…
Let’s look at the creative development of a teeny picture, once again inspired by the new year’s Ruby-in-tree photo.
Somehow the girl-in-tree
has combined with
the archway shape
to form this picture.
I see tree.
I see girl-woman. I see softness, strength, colour, life, sitting in spirituality.
What do you see or feel?
with love, art and soul