When I am working on a painting I am moving with its message and energy in my life. I often don't fully realise what I am painting about until it is done; it is like reading and writing a book at the same time, allowing the artwork to move through me and the medicine of its journey to reach out through the image to others.
The imprimatura I laid down for this painting brought to mind the oceanic heart. I knew something was about to unlock within me. As I continued I soon realised the artwork was about forgiveness. It was huge release of emotional attachment for me which clung through multiple relationships. When we surrender into our own truth, that of others no longer binds us and so we set ourselves free.
Rising above the confines of the narrative of our lives we receive the gift of liberation.
The words of Jeanettte Winterson have echoed on in my mind since first read her works. Parts of them keep finding illustration in my life and I enjoy that interplay. This bit comes to mind when I look at the painting.
'Merely human love does not satisfy us, though we settle for it. It is an encampment on the edge of the wilderness, and we light the fire and turn up the lamp, and tell stories till late at night of those great loves lost and won.
The wilderness is not tamed. It waits - beautiful and terrible - beyond the reach of the camp fire. Now and again someone gets up to leave, forced to read the map of themselves, hoping that the treasure is really there. A record of their journey comes back to us in note form, sometimes just a letter in a dead man's pocket.'
This is not a journey for the feint of heart, it is the rich reward of the path of devotion,
discipline, surrender and the cosmic dance, learning the yoga of life.