While following my own advice in #becometheartistyouare challege…
I have restarted my morning pages painting series.
I had been experimenting with them previously earlier this year and it seems am back to them…now…
…the time feels right in my #artofwithdrawal. The art that I have been making over the past couple of years has been a true arting…bearing witness to my withdrawal process.
As I am shedding the miligrams of my drug I am coming to…and living trough all that jazz. And bearing witness in the #artofwithdrawal project to be shown next year…when I am out of the woods.
This painting is from this morning. A detail of it.
Writing my morning pages on a large scale tracing paper…and taking the most drawn to snippets of thoughts thus captured as a starting point, this one is of me on a sofa…or the outline of me…the outer identity drained out, hardly recognizable…by the demands of another taper round…who am I really?
A human, woman, artist, wife to be, a friend…all of these yet not grounded enough in them. Grounding in myself. Looking for the inner connection of breathing, of the energy that feeds me.
Living. Regardless of outer shenanigans of the world, withdrawn, the words of my thoughts having disappeared in the dark background already too.
There’s nothing else to do here, but to sit on the sofa…and breathe.
For the moment anyway.
Where are you at…arting-wise? Let me know: firstname.lastname@example.org