I’ve been conjuring possibilities visually and verbally.
That’s the name I gave this process of painting from within, painting the heart’s language, Intuitive painting.
I name it “Conjuring”.
I conjure without “naming”.
Ha! A contradiction? Not a contradiction?
Paint to paper without giving it a “name” as I paint. This is a process of non-judgment. By not-naming what I paint, I open a door to my own void within. The endless mystery and resource of reflection, possibility, dream, love.
Not naming is a step. A step into unknown. Without boundaries. No limits. No judgment. There I find freedom and allow “it” to be as “it” is.
It is a baby step and a GIANT step. It is movement, not linearly. Expansive within. Movement with love, embracing all that is and can be and has been. It’s BIG as the world and small as a newborn child. I conjure courage.
When I do not name, I leave the head and dive into the heart, the body, the soul. All the juicy places that are who I am, really, authentically. Conjuring the language that is not language. Conjuring with color, paint. Accepting the image. The color for as it is, not as it could should would be. I see from the heart. I witness.
Then I listen.
Listen with eyes open.
Listen with eyes closed.
Listen to the rhythm.
listen without judgment
listen with discernment
Discerning articulates all that I see in the void of my container, of what I hold and embrace. Articulates love.
Blessings and gratitude.
See you on the next round of movement……….