Not sure why, but I’ve become obsessed with roses. There are peach roses and variations of pink roses. Oh, how can I forget my lovable white roses! Now I’m liking the blue roses I’ve been painting. I should paint blue roses when I’m done writing this post. I shall! I’ve been observing the improvements in my journal papers. Are my roses looking more realistic? No, and I don’t want them to be. I feel like I’m coming into my style. Suddenly the right voice says,” Your style is always here. I’m always here.
Michelangelo said it best.
The sculpture is already complete within the marble block, before I start my work. I just have to chisel away the superfluous material.
And the superfluous material is emotions, expectations, routines, jobs…all the clutter and nonsense that we pick up from being humans. I think I’ll go for a walk outside now. It’s cold but my thoughts will keep me warm.