Moving beyond the comfort zone: The poetry of breathing into the spaces beyond.Read More
And for the first time in awhile, I needed to MOVE. This type of creativity needed energy, coming up through my legs, circulating my torso, and rushing out through my arms.Read More
The final piece, created whim-by-whim, ignoring every rule I know about combining materials. Sharpie, encaustic (beeswax), oil paints, and acrylic paints on acrylic-gessoed muslin. (See in progress pictures at the Being Breath Facebook Page)
Sometimes, you just need to begin.
You can't worry about where you are headed.
You musn't fret over what else needs to be done.
I had no choice.
I couldn't think of anything else.
I had to create, and I had to share this with you.