Gather pigment, it has depth, a palette of paint, a saturation of colour, it flows, an intimacy in each movement, in each stroke made, in this, is my mark. It is unique.
On the surface at first glimpse, it appears overt, it is not, it comes from within, it can bring joy, pleasure and agony too.
On some days agony rears, in an attempt to control the mark from going its own way.
Enter into space, it is unknown, sometimes in uncertainty, beyond control, agony ceases. Surrendered to allow.
Surrender, relax the mind, this is an opening to discover the inner senses where we awaken to joy in our doing.
Beyond our old ways, beyond patterns or marks that were judged by the inner critique. Then the brush is aligned with the heart.
Gather pigment, it has depth, a palette of paint, a saturation of colour.
Here the mark is movement in flow. Breathe.