Fluid Dreams in Green

'Fluid Dreams in Green, trying to break free. Rising.' 21cm x 29.5cm, 8.25" x 11.5", India and acrylic inks, oil pastels, acrylic, Molseskine Folio Sketchbook A4.

The pencilled in words: The woman who is trapped, trying to break free. Rising.

The scanner's light tends to wash out the dark colours, and for some reason, makes everything more yellow than it is. This time I used a blue filter at 25% and, with some adjustments to mid-tone contrast and deepening the shadows, it seems to have worked.

Am I happy with this painted ink drawing? Uh, I find it quite hard to look at - but then, after I get used to what happened with the inks and paints on the paper, I begin to. People like pretty, they like sublime, not a woman rising as if out of a forest floor of mulch, slime. Yet, despite my painterly difficulties with its not being polished, and my hesitation and then determination to leave it raw, I understand the psychic process. This morning, for the first time in months, I felt refreshed, and there was a welcome torrential cloud-bursting rain storming the windows too.

The thought came that perhaps I should try and do one drawing/painting every day for a week, but carving out of my imagination one of these Moleskine Folio pages takes everything out of me.

I don't know if I'd have the emotional stamina to work on this excruciating excavation every day.

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  1. It's a masterpiece, Brenda! Just as I was trying to understand it for myself, I looked out the window here to a setting sun shining on a Danish birch tree (doesn't look like the Canadian species with paper peeling, but more barky).

    And in a strong rythmic breeze, the tree's aura of green swayed, like a dance, but more of a rising up from the ground to merge with the powers above, and then I smiled...

  2. Raw. Green. Birthing herself, swaying, becoming. Raw. Yes. It must be as it is this minute. Tammy

  3. I wouldn't call it that, Bent, but thank you so much for taking a look, I really appreciate it! And, yes, "the tree's aura of green swayed, like a dance, but more of a rising up from the ground to merge with the powers above," that's *it* exactly!

    She's rising because of the green. It breaks into her studio. A deep earth-power, perhaps. I don't want to spoil it with too many words.

  4. You understand perfectly, Tammy. And so great to re-connect after all these years! Big hugs to you!


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