Garments of Feelings
Clothes , like motions visible ,
talking to others about us
At times you can't forget,
and garments of feelings
are conversing with others
of your essence .
At times, I find myself experiencing an overwhelming surge of emotions—almost like garments that can be seen.
These emotions become tangible, much like the act of conversing with others about our inner selves.
“Pray to catch the bus, then run as fast as you can.”
I was feeling behind with my creative work as I didn’t had time to paint since I came to Öland this time.
As usual I was too busy with enjoying the scenery, the sea in the Sun and the flowers blooming abundantly in the early June expansion.
This is my favourite time when the Nature is most fragrant offering the best scents of the year.
But this morning finally felt that favorit urge to start painting.
I decided to try to aske the Creator to take over the quality
so I could focus on quantity and give myself a space to paint free from Analysis paralysis, when the fear of making an error is superior to the joy of the process.
I really love trowing colours around me, especially in my own exploratory way when there is no holding back or focusing on the quality of the work, result, just moment by moment experience of crating.
Merging with paints. A kind of active colour meditation that suits my restless mind.
And the creator was listening at this morning extra attentively!
As my hands started working with visibly extreme speed, I could see the colours dropping from the tins directly on to paper. Using my hands in stead of brushes.
Painting by painting, and jet another one dropping on the gras around me.
Each one looking as if ..as if they were created by different people at different times,
I was working constantly for some hours, finally there was, in from of me on the floor, a couple of weeks worth of work that I we've made in one morning ..
Three hours has passed when everything was ready and I was mightily surprised looking at the floor covered with paintings,
my hands were tired from working like crazy and I was exhausted from the speed and the sun..
But So grateful.. grateful for a moment of co-cretion with the creator who loves artists.
..I think this morning I just went directly to the source of creation, said something that opened the door like in the fairy tale..SéSAME OUVRE-TOI !
“you can paint what you can't see”
The ancients often believed a celestial event like an eclipse to be a bad omen, that the sun or the moon vanishing from the sky was a harbinger of disaster, a sign of devastation or destruction to come.
_Jenna Wortham
I like to create during powerful astrological events so I wanted to paint the ambience of this solar eclipse.
"you can paint what you can't see" I thought
and I was led to take the working table out to the garden and to use the camera instead.
There was an somewhat UnEarthy light around me,
forms immediately appear on the table while swirling brunches
revealed inhabitants of the Shadows.
Images words and meanings come with the wind..
In the early evening I fall asleep exhausted just to continue the shadow work in my dream..
“you can paint what you can't see”
Death Star Solar Eclipse 10th June
Death Star Solar Eclipse 10th June
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I believe in fairy tales and miracles
And some year ago I decided for the radical Transformation of my World. I moved away from the city to desolated spot. quiet far away and with large working space to PAINT AND TO PAINT FOR HOURS, rest and find a real peace!
As a multipotentialite- a human with a vast amount of interests, abilities, educational paths, professions (fashion designer, teacher, conservator, webdesigner, photographer, artist, costume designer, etc.) I immediately got involved in a fair amount never-finishing projects, a wide range of accounts on social networks, planed 2 blogs about the fascinating topic "Art and the human mind” (), participation in the e-course by Danille Laporte, "Fire Starters”, to create a career that flows from the heart, while 9working on the new business form “Renesans Business” (already 6 months.. puff), being a morning participant in the online meditation group, I am living in a several place of residence, guest-teaching at the university, recording an E-course in the field of "Digital Textile Printing”, trying to improve the skill of making marmalades from wild flowers and plants ... creating a series of nature photography, sewing collections of trousers and bags from self-designed fabrics based on a series of photographs of" traces of the artist "created while painting ..paintings ...
And..with some great amazement I have noticed that:
I do not have time… for my painting
or photography
I noticed that my nervous system is tense to the last drop of blood, and rather begins to resemble an air baloon that will blow of any moment ...
And so I tried to work more, isolate myself more, close social media, try a bit harder , work a little harder and more to get to that peace ... Requirements for how to achieve this peace gro every day, as well as the feeling of moving away from it more and more..
And suddenly ... I see that it's …. Me!!!’
Me and my past and my own desires collide with the power of the Present Moment.
It is me and my developing courage to question every theories of "a successful life" which I have ever believed in.
The commandos: "more, more-Quickly" and now ”less less-slowly" ..
Tangled my system.
And when I finally turned to the Sea,
to Slow me Down ..
to experience the real peace..
It turned out that this very Real Peace ... well, it was just ... scary and confusing.
For the simple reason that in the real peace!..
There is no way to avoid yourself..
and that the journey in to myself has just began!
Viki