Back Again

This painting has only just begun!

The universe, like any mirror, is neutral. It reflects back whatever is in front of it, without judgement or distortion. If you can trust that, then you have taken the crucial step of renunciation. You've renounced the belief that the outer world has power over you. As with everything else on the path to unity, living this truth is what will make it true.

--from The Book of Secrets by Deepak Chopra

When I started this painting, it was much lighter, sweet, safe, blah. It had drippy-drips, soft colors, and it just wasn't doing it for me. If you look closely, you can kind of see the ghost of my first image bleeding through. And, well, I feel it's a bit trite. Too comfortable. Too expected for me.

So, I stepped away for awhile. Went into the other room and laid on the couch.

What could I do that would be super bold and even a little scary right now in terms to the painting?

I went back in the studio and opened my jar of black paint. Picked up a medium size brush, and just allowed my painting to speak to me. To tell me what it needed. To give it permission to express itself completely.

I had to laugh--because she found her way back to me.

My Queen, my Goddess, my inner voice.

Me.