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.
