Window to my Soul

An artist friend recently gifted me this canvas. I am a huge fan of her art and, in particular, her meticulous style.

In fact, I have been researching, watching and talking to lots of different artists, watching them paint, and observing their style, and have found myself reflecting on my art, and eventually, I asked myself the inevitable questions…

'What is my style?

'Have I found it yet?'

A voice answered from within,

‘What about abstract and focus on the LIGHT?’

Inspired, I watched and listened to devotees talking about their service to one of the primary inspirations, Adi Da Samraj’s Image Art. As I watched, my heart expanded and my soul took it all in. Through my eyes, the tingling of my hands, I discovered a sense of renewed freedom, and I knew it was time to paint.

Wanting to test myself, I purchased an array of scrapers, big and small, the kind you would use for putty when re-plastering. Excited, with no idea. As I have become accustomed to, sit quiet, feel, and trust…

A title pops into my head, my fingers tingle, my heart responds, and I follow their lead.

I begin painting, the Window to my Soul.

With the canvas placed on my placed on my table, I sketch some guides. Then it's pencil down, paint out, glove on… window open. 

I’m not shy, grabbing handfuls of paint from and spreading long lines across the canvas.

‘Go with the light,’ says a whisper from the heart.

I end day one tired, but I can feel the progress. I am committed.

A few days later, the oils have dried, and the window pulls me back. With the base down, my vision takes shape. As if my sun were shining through it, I want my window to fill the room with light.

I’m liking some elements and the texture is great. I decide, some of the imagery is too literal, and I let myself lean back into the abstract world.

‘Let it flow,’ I remind myself. My next session, I'm pulled further through the window and the painting swallow me whole, I paint and scrape as my unconsciousness desires, place it on my stand, and I smile.

Now, for something different. Expand.

I grab some paper cups and in goes the oils, mixed in with a medium to make them runny,

I stir it in with wooden skewers, round and round again, repeat, repeat.

I test it and I’m happy good. Time to apply.

I add a few more drizzle and and I leave it to dry. A few days later, I look at it and it emphatically and sharply tells me.

“FINISHED!”

I take it out of the studio and photograph it in better light.

Watching it dry, I am content and feel blessed that the Art has been incarnated through me.

I place it on Facebook and Instagram, and the final step is my website. There is no price, I have left it to you.

Art participates with you, as you participate with it.