Flurry. Noise. Chaos. Colors.
Flight.
This piece has been a process, but I reckon they are all, aren’t they. First started in 2019, held in time through all sorts of happenings; it’s base textures and colors waiting. Or me waiting? Putting it off? Frozen in not wanting to change for fear of ruining it? But take the ego out, and instead allow in the story and movement.
Shall I, we, sit in fear of what might happen, or shall we go forth and adjust and learn and … do.
So, a story of movement, undefinable, flight and grounded-ness, accompaniment amid the chaos.
Can you imagine the light touch of the blue jay across the broad back of the horse, the points of the claws pressing down through the thick coat right before the wings spread and there is left only a remnant of feeling?
Can you also imagine the long winter hair, warm and inviting, the transfer of energy on those narrow bird toes? And the surge of power gathered under those toes.
I’m appreciating the flow of size, power, and strength in this piece. Horses, for all of their size and mass, are really quite sensitive and light creatures. And birds, how small and nimble, yet they have the power of flight.
Anyhow, such as it is, it is almost done. Maybe a few strokes here, there, and then to fly.
Flight.
This piece has been a process, but I reckon they are all, aren’t they. First started in 2019, held in time through all sorts of happenings; it’s base textures and colors waiting. Or me waiting? Putting it off? Frozen in not wanting to change for fear of ruining it? But take the ego out, and instead allow in the story and movement.
Shall I, we, sit in fear of what might happen, or shall we go forth and adjust and learn and … do.
So, a story of movement, undefinable, flight and grounded-ness, accompaniment amid the chaos.
Can you imagine the light touch of the blue jay across the broad back of the horse, the points of the claws pressing down through the thick coat right before the wings spread and there is left only a remnant of feeling?
Can you also imagine the long winter hair, warm and inviting, the transfer of energy on those narrow bird toes? And the surge of power gathered under those toes.
I’m appreciating the flow of size, power, and strength in this piece. Horses, for all of their size and mass, are really quite sensitive and light creatures. And birds, how small and nimble, yet they have the power of flight.
Anyhow, such as it is, it is almost done. Maybe a few strokes here, there, and then to fly.
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