Monday, 30 December 2019
Friday, 27 December 2019
The potential and promise of a new year.
This page didn't start well. It reached a stage where I smeared gesso all over it to cover up the hot mess as nothing seemed to be gelling together. A few more layers and I was much happier with it. Now the deeper layers seem to be shrouded in mist, like the promise and potential of a new year. So many possibilities that I can't quite see yet but are there, waiting.
Monday, 23 December 2019
Friday, 20 December 2019
Wednesday, 18 December 2019
If I speak with the tongues of men and angels but have not love...
I sat with this page for a few days before the black stamping suggested wings to me. Then I noticed that the bit of collage I'd added had a face that just fit with the wings to make an angel. Once the angel was on the page, the quote came (it's from 1 Corinthians 13 - the passage that is often read at weddings). The hearts on the plant remind me that we are supposed to grow in love.
We can shout and make a noise and be heard, but if our hearts are not full of love, if those words tear down instead of building up, what use are they? There is nothing wrong with taking a breath before responding to the things that are said to us. That pause can stop us from reacting from something other than love - from anger, hatred, irritation or the like.
Monday, 16 December 2019
We're more likely to learn from diversity than we are from homogeneity - Seth Godin.
If we only mix with people who are 'like us' then how will we ever learn new things? It is only when we spend time with people who are different - in race, culture, gender, sexuality, career, whatever - that we expand our understanding. There can be a wariness, even fear, of that which we don't understand. When we take the time to gain understanding, we enlarge our hearts.
Friday, 13 December 2019
Wednesday, 11 December 2019
Monday, 9 December 2019
What's the water you're swimming in?
These shapes at the bottom right became a shoal of fish in my mind. Once they were realised, I saw that they were swimming through a very strange landscape. It made me think about what becomes normal for us. We're not really aware of the air we move through until it becomes scarce or contaminated.
What has become so normal that you're oblivious to it?
Friday, 6 December 2019
Wednesday, 4 December 2019
Feeling a little dimmed.
I couldn't get this page to go in a direction I liked. There are so many layers, and each one I was dissatisfied with. Whatever I added didn't work for me. So I took a photo and turned it to black and white (it helps to see the balance). It needed more light around the flower/sparkler motif, but whatever I added didn't brighten it up. The paper just seemed to soak up whatever I added.
Then I realised that this is how I'm feeling at the moment - a little dimmed. I'm not feeling at my brightest. I'm tired. I know all the reasons why this should be so. So I take naps and take it easy and know that this season will pass.