Monthly Archive for April, 2007
As I painted this I kept thinking of a borderline personality trait called black and white thinking. I tend to see things as all good or all bad. Instead of being on one side of the extreme I’d like to be a little bit more towards the middle. The individual in the painting leans to one side and looks towards the sun. She is hopeful that one day she will stand closer to the middle of life and see gradation of tone. The world can be in full colour but when the mind has suffered a blow colours begin to look alike until finally only two are left. The division is stark: black (bad) white (good).
It is a gift to humankind to see in colour. It is my hope that I will one day regain the gift of colour, the ability to see gradations instead of black and white, all good or all bad. When I once again hold this blessing of colour, I’ll never take my eyes off it.
What is Sundrip? Sundrip is hope that drips from the sun.
Take the breath of the morning sun and run. Take the fire of the morning sun and live. Dance with it. Laugh with it. Accept the hope that the new sun brings and never forget the blessings that drip ever so lightly.
The full journal entry for this painting and the blessing that inspired it can be seen on the healing journal by clicking this link.
Sundrip is on Redbubble in various print options.
As I painted this I thought about all that could go wrong tomorrow, all that I could toss for a bit of carnal needs. And I’m not sure that it’s worth the sacrifice but it doesn’t mean I won’t go ahead and take the risk.
This piece here symbolizes how I plead to myself for mercy and saving from myself. Every brick is a different colour (ideas, dreams, struggles), every stone a jagged edge (trust nothing, assume no one is safe). I stumble. Would I even know solid ground if it were to walk upon it? Would I know how to lift my feet one in front of the other if I were not on this chosen path of ruin?
Change is difficult even when it’s for the good but when you don’t feel any good inside positive change feels almost impossible. So I walk the same walk, stumble over the same stones and ask myself the same questions. Why aren’t I happy?
See video presentation for details, texture and color of Sacrifices here.
This painting is available on Redbubble in various print sizes.
Art by F. Magdalene
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