Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Lost in translation... or transition... or something

I can't tell you how many times this changed...  I knew I couldn't move forward until I finished her.
As I journeyed through each new stage of this piece, it felt like a kind of journey in myself too.

Partly because I think I've been frustrated in where I am at and partly because I've been searching, deeply for something.  Even though I can't quite put my finger on what that is.  I loved the pattern making in the background and other aspects of this piece... like her face, to me her face was one of the most interesting faces I've done this year.  She holds something special... maybe it's just that she holds my truth.

I knew during this piece that once this was finished - I needed to find a new way.
I guess I've known this since July while we were away... All I do know is, I can't keep painting a lady, with beads and a hand... for my own self - I need to find a way to move beyond this.  I think I've felt a little stuck... and getting unstuck has felt a little painful, to be honest.

It requires work.

And hard work isn't for the faint hearted.
Like all things that must grow, change is imperative.
It is the one thing in this life we can always be sure of... change is coming.
And although it can be daunting, it's also pretty darn exciting!


  1. oh i do love her...and i feel this too - lost in transition (in so many ways). i miss my paints and i procrastinate to even sketch at this point. but i am working through it. transitions are never easy. but she is so beautiful, my friend.

  2. I am so with you and how you are feeling. Bit city moves are my least fav thing in the world. Albeit they be exciting and new and delightful - they take their toll. I think of you often and hope you have settled down wonderful. And def finding your way back to you studio. Much love <3