surface of the moon

the process of creating “art” is rarely as romantic as i imagine it will be -

repressed contradictions, narratives bubbling to the surface.

and no one wants to see that expressed on a canvas…right?

luckily, with practice,

rest,

loving kindness,

i inch my way towards allowing myself to freely be, even in those places light rarely reaches.

all this and layers of pigment and pastel!

a practice of being without plan and with imperfection

thin layer by layer patiently (sometimes) allowing foundations to dry before adding more

hmmmmmm