I took up oil painting again 4 years ago. simply because I love messing around with colours. It was scary though.

I was mostly scared of being judged " that 's not art " " That's not very good is it " "what's that supposed to be ? "

For 2 weeks I passed the blank canvas in my living room not daring to start. Then one evening, I sat down in front of the canvas,a piece of charcoal in hand , closed my eyes and went within connecting to my higher self.

" Let what needs to appear ...what needs to be expressed.. what needs to be made visible .. let it appear now "

And so it was.
Shapes started to emerge.
Then colours.
And so" My inner world " became visible.

I'm not saying it is ART.
I'm saying it is an expression of who I am.
If it pleases you, then fine .
If not , then fine.
All is well.

:D:p

....and mi cuppa tea got cold in all the excitement

I do this a lot
I make myself a cuppa
get distracted
and forget about it.

This is getting to be a habit
Lack a day.

This is one of my favourite cups

Suddenly inspiration strikes
and you simply have to do it
not knowing where it might take you

Simply had to get some greeny blue paint onto canvas

Feeling better now
*phew*

to be continued.....................

A lvely Sunday sunny morning of long phone calls from friends, reading blog comments , breakfast and "Everybody loves Raymond " on the telly.

Must go down 4 flights of stairs now to retrieve laundry from laundry room.

When my son was little he asked me one day
" Mum , when are we going to get that lion "
What I had actually said was :
" We need a waffle iron "

During my psychosynthesis training we did many guided imagery journeys . Often these entailed climbing the moutain and having a chat with a wise being.

One of our teachers , American , guided us and was very surprised by the sharings afterwards.

" Mine was tall and spindly and very green ....)
" Mine was brown and round ..."

What most of us had met was a wise BEAN !

hehehehe