and waived good-buy
and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room
where he found his supper ready for him
and it was still hot.
My world of words is still pretty much silent.
I guess I’ll stay in this alternative artistic reality of shapes and colours until I come out of the emotional void I’ve been struggling with for months.
It feels strange. I’m not a painter; I’m a writer. I’ve been one since I learned how to read and write, and started making stories in my head. On the other hand, even though I studied art history and learned how to appreciate art, I don’t know how to draw, and I don’t understand perspective. And now, I feel like a cheater, a stranger in a strange land trying to blend in.
Fluid art is therapeutic and relaxing, though, and I hope I’ll continue to play with paints and canvases once my true self re-emerges.
I apologize to my fellow bloggers for this recent lack of communication.
The good news – I spent several hours yesterday writing.
So I’ll be back, I promise.
I made another Spring, with a touch of green. (Thank you, Audrey 🌸)
Green is a neglected colour in my personal palette, unless it’s mixed with blue.
There is something special in working with blue colours. They are so soothing. But I’m a Libra; an air sign. Blue is my favourite colour, after all.
Red is at the very bottom of my list (although, there was a short period, a few years ago, when I was crazy in love with it. It was a temporary madness and, fortunately, it was over before I did some serious damage to my wardrobe. I still don’t understand what happened). I think, however, that I found the tone of red I really like, at least when it comes to acrylics – fluorescent red, which you can see on the image 1 and 2. So vibrant, and so soft at the same time.
Blues and turquoises I know, but this particular shade of red was a nice surprise.