Painting is getting lost
in time ,
not thinking anything
other than
colors, brush and strokes.
A meditation practice
without being afraid
my legs could fall asleep
– heike-
this morning I realized that it is Friday, almost a week past here in Southern France, and am afraid not having painted enough, even though I did everyday. So I allowed myself to have at least a great breakfast with the already mentioned great french croissant and again a coffee o’le.
Than I went upstairs to getting lost in my paintings again… 10h later I am happy and tired feeling as if I have accomplished a marathon.
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You are an amazing artist! Did you take a picture of that big smile on your face before you went down stairs. That deserves a celebratory cassoulet at Tournesol.
the big smile did not left my face since I am here in Soreze. My heart is jumping up and down all day long. Amazing the happiness of creating. I jet have to treat me to that cassoulet 🙂