I’m feeling tired this evening and my headaches so this might be a short post. I did my painting in the morning today and my writing in the evening, which is the opposite way round to usual. We were meeting my Aunt today and going out for lunch, so I thought I’d best do my painting earlier to make sure I got it done. Writing is easier to fit into the day I thought being more portable than painting. So when it came to painting this morning my mind was pretty blank as I looked at the empty page. Usually I have a feeling about what colour to use or which brush, but nothing seemed to come to me today. I found myself squeezing paint from the tube straight onto the page in diagonal lines. I worked my way through the colours in the order they were in the box, then spreading the paint around with a palette knife. On the opposite page I continued the process of squeezing paint onto the paper, was a bit more thoughtful in the order of the colours and spread them out with a brush. I didn’t spend long on the painting today, I didn’t feel in the right frame of mind for it and I felt a bit hurried. A lot of people have reacted quite positively to the images of the paintings I’ve shared and it’s funny because my critical self isn’t happy about most of them, they don’t all appease my sense of composition or colour harmony, or sophistication of application or design and to be honest, quite often part of me doesn’t want to share them publicly. Anyway, today’s image below.
My journalling (morning/late afternoon pages) I did sitting outside for the most part in the late afternoon sun. I was interrupted early on and then again about 2 and a half pages in. So it wasn’t a constant stream of thought. There was quite a gap before I finished the third page as I needed to rest for a while and I did my daily meditation (Headspace). It was a shame I got interrupted because I was in the middle of some interesting writing about healing and heart chakras and stuff. Caroline Myss always says your biography becomes your biology and this led me to thinking about what aspects of my biography could be causing some of my chronic pain and health issues. This in turn took me down a road towards my heart chakra, basically the issue of not connecting to what’s in my heart, a blocked communication between head and heart. I think the meditation break was interesting because afterwards my thoughts and writing flowed quite freely, the last few lines seemed almost like they were dictated to me. I also gave myself some reiki after the meditation, so maybe this had an effect too.
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