Day One “Zen Yellow”
The ‘day’ is not twenty four hours. It is mine to define. Every painting a day. This is number one. The first painting and the first ‘day’…
I was so happy to receive my new set of canvasses. Nice deal for me with the last dribbles of savings.
I unwrap. I meditate and think about how, not what.
I mustn’t think about the ‘what’; that’s the magic bit and I don’t want to spoil the experience by over-planning, it’s just not my style.
I come downstairs into the studio. I take pictures off the wall. I tidy away the unnecessary items and de-clutter my space until I can focus my gaze on the marvelous whiteness of the blank canvas.
I do not suffer with fear of the blank canvas.
I honor the ‘mistake is a door‘ school of thought and therefore hold no fear for what is not my enemy but my ally…to be respected of course!
Instead, I revel in the exciting dance of probability and possibility as they vie for birthing in the quantum space before me.
Milestones are set by events such as these.
I feel I’m ‘graduating’ from my self-taught school of learning art within life and weaving them seamlessly into one blanket.
This is why this thing exists
This is why I strive
This is how I have traveled here
This is my signpost
I grab a large brush and mixed the black paint. So satisfying!
My mind reaches for a new small hog-hair with the intent to paint a doodle…
No!? Before I can interject the large chunky black acrylic soaked brush sweeps my arm around the canvas in an arc…whoa!
Now that’s how to break the ice!
Pop goes the virgin canvas bubble as the surface tension is slashed by the black line of nothing and everything.
The line tells me….courage, conviction, fearless expression, bold demarcation, space boundary, empty corral
…the yellow comes slinking onto the canvas soon after. The lemon perfect in it’s primary simplicity and bright lucidity.
I am awakened!
I look towards the horizon and see a magenta spot on it’s way…
That’s a story for another day!
22nd Feb 2015