For the week, I am staying at my aunt's house in Arizona. Yay, desert! And being spoiled. It's a huge house that really does feel familiar enough to be home. I spent many family reunions exploring it and so it is a good place for some mind/body reconnection and reordering.
So I am trying to figure out how to write again, how to pray again, how to read one book at a time, how to lay enough of life down to let my body unclench, and how to draw what my mind sees and feels. In short, exploring the limits of discipline and focus. That video keeps haunting me. I makes me think. About a lot of things. But it also brings me back again and again to this woman in a pink dress that I saw on 82nd the other night with the hot dogs and stories. I am 96% sure she was a prostituted woman. I wanted so badly to go and talk to her, but she was preoccupied and I was a coward.
It's not a direct leap in my thoughts, but it does not take much to make me think of her. I think I have a window I will paint her on amidst...something else. For that, I will have to learn how to paint people. And I need to buy pink paint as I do not currently have any. This could be awhile.
Not to mention, I am trying to learn how to paint deep dark storm clouds and red kites (though I don't have anymore red paint)... and yes. Good things.
Also, I want a tattoo. So I've been researching that. Something about stars and compasses. And it will say "love is enough." Oh yes, vacation. So many things that have been rattling in the back of my brain can finally be heard and attended too.
Oh, and one more thing: I'm going through some of my old high school photography (2006/2007) and I found a few favorites that I mind as well share.
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