I want to paint flowers! I want to paint my feelings of flowers. I just don't know how yet. I lack flower-painting-training.
But a strange feeling hit me yesterday. I had taken a rest from my faces and started painting pitchers. Pitchers are fun - because you may vary the design of them endlessly, make different sizes and sometimes paint lonely pitchers, sometimes pitchers with company. And then experiment with interresting color shemes on top of that.
When I got ready to leave yesterday and saw my three new pitcher paintings that I had just painted, together with all the faces - the interresting thing happened that I got the sence of flowers looking at them! Yes!
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You know i have just been painting. Without a lot of thinking nor planning. What has come has come. IF I have started thinking, the fact of everything turning out so differently from ane another, has made me a little nervous. Yesterday it became clear to me as I was looking at all of them in the same time - that they all were a part of the same body. Different. But they DID belong together!
Content, I closed the door behind me to my field of flowers and hoped on my bike and went home...