I always said I don’t paint people. No portraits, faces, nothing. Only abstract designs and mandalas.
But over the past week or so I have found myself drawn more and more to create a woman on canvas using my acrylics. And today I couldn’t resist. I went up into my attic and pulled out my paints.
Without any visual references. Just painting. As it comes. From the heart.
I used to be ashamed of my portraits and people drawings back in class many moons ago and always tried to hide them, being very critical of what emerged.
But today I knew it was different. I knew a woman wanted to emerge from my brush on the canvas. And I wasn’t going to stand in her way.
Lots of oranges and reds, firey colours. Heat. Copper and gold. And out she came. I don’t think she is finished. The face still needs some attention. The mouth will be worked on more. And she may receive some adornment around her neck and in her hair.
I can look at her and smile. No criticism or judgment. Being with her exactly as she is. My first woman.
I wanted to share her here as an expression of my innermost. Inspired by John de Ruiter. He talks about coming into our womanness – a being-filled heart, whether male or female.
I am loving how, as my being fills my heart, the face of my art is changing. Moving with that. And looking forward to sharing more.