Daydreaming of Future Mountains
Watercolor on Arches Cotton Cold Press
10" x 12"
When I began,
a quick sketch, a puddle of color, a loose fingered wash,
I had already seen the image, lightly inscribed behind my eyelids. By the time the doe opened her eyes, every mark had become so specific, so directly referencing the daydreams of my heart, that I put her aside and didn't touch her for a full week.
Sometimes you have it all figured out, and then your heart goes and says "wait! let me reveal an exact desire through your fingertips and so what if everyone can see it and you feel a little bit naked? it's true! it's honest!" And so you pick back up that paintbrush and chew on the wooden end and make another bazillion cups of tea and then you finally show it to a friend who says this within the first few seconds:
"Oh! It's a self portrait!"
And she's right.
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I'm not quite ready to place this original in the shop - I need to just live with her a bit longer - but I truly wanted to share with you. But if you are the one this piece speaks to (and I always believe that painting is a bit like speaking in tongues: the image is given to the painter to create, and when it finds its right viewers, they understand that message like plants understand the sun), please do not hesitate to drop me a convo and I'll gladly share with you the details.
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And one more thing! This delights me, makes me love humanity and more than anything, hope and wish that in my next life I've got the gift of music in my lungs. Or, at least, could belt it out with the best of the early 90's female hip hop artists.