grateful to be in the process of this
i am curious what is coming next in this painting
that is a rhetorical question.
i know it will answer itself.
i am loving this process of working with taking many images,
curating the one (here’s the one used in the above),
and then seeing what happens when it is transferred to canvas.
it is unpredictable.
it is slow, and requires steps.
the process works well in the bits and pieces of time that is my life as a mother now.
suddenly the windows of time between steps
between when i am actively working on it
as i carry the image inside
waiting to see what wants to arise next.
that the image might fail to transfer
here or there.
i love the surprise and surrender of the process.
i love the practice of it.
i love the resulting image
with pixels dropped off
the image betrays what it is made of.
it betrays its transience
and how it is beholden to time
the image feels of this world
and also of other worlds.
i love, too,
for when a painting
sometimes the canvas is still half bare
there it is