It’s cold tonight and the sky is blackish blue. I’ve started on a Winter series of Angels to oversee our dark hours here in the Northwest. I’ve been feeling really grateful for the therapy work that I’ve been providing all these years. I am grateful for the ways it so deeply engages me with others lives & emotions. I am often moved by the endurance of our human spirit, and come to love this fascinating, private, deep role I have in people’s lives. I have so much gratitude for everyone I work with.
Ala Christy Tomlinson, one of my messy-brilliant mixed-media tutors, this piece starts with layered papers in two tones.
Painting on this gorgeous deep blue, and scratching in some Shakespeare, was the most exquisite part of the whole piece.
The moon is a piece of map, the angel is pieces of paper and dictionary paper, dabbed with paint, pencil, and pen.
The flowers in the midnight field are dabs of gesso, pen and colored pencil.
In the end, I didn’t like her overall effect. She didn’t radiate the warmth I was looking for. So, I covered her over with more paper and began again. Now she fills the space.
My mom loves this piece, and asked to have it. I was so attached when I first finished it, now I can’t wait to deliver it to her. Can you read the quote? Its so beautiful. “Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.” It’s really beautiful how all of our giving is really receiving, its all so mutual.