Sunday, August 08, 2010

something spectacular.

started this painting two months ago.
haven't touched it since.
another abstract.
work in progress.
it's at a good place.
i like it so far.
sometimes when i like a painting i become afraid to take it further.
for fear of fucking it up.
course i can't walk away from this one.
it's clearly not finished.
this is a big piece (36 x 48).
last night i experienced a sense of peace.
doing something simple....hangin at home....
enjoying the company of those i was with.
it was nice.
a sense of peace.
it was damn nice.
enjoying a glass of wine....
something on the grill....
just your everyday shit.
nothing spectacular....just nice....which, turns out....IS something spectacular.
make sense?
it does to me.


QuirkyGirl said...

My dad does this. He has a painting that has sat unfinished since I was around 9 years old because he loves the sky and the mountains, but doesn't know what else to do with it.

I've had a couple of days lately like the one you've described. Makes me miss Brandon even more. I'm ready for him to come home. It's been 3 weeks and I'm half way there, but it's getting harder. He feels like home to me. Yet my "home" no longer feels like 'home' because he is my true home and he's not here.

Aaaaand I've been a wretched snatchy bitch face to everyone (especially the girls) the past couple of days. I don't know....

Bonnie said...

B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L! Both the painting and philosophy you offer. So glad peace is showing up for you, so deserved, so needed.

Bonnie said...

Hey, have you ever considered holding a painting workshop/art retreat? Lessons of any sort? This is on my wish list of lifetime desires...that is, to learn about art from you and how to begin the journey. I would sign on in an instant! Just something to think about. ;) Big hugs to you most awesome woman!

Marieke said...

Makes perfect sense.
I try and steer my brain in that direction most days. That sense of peace. Contentment. Mostly I fail and am snarly and bitching and nagging the kids.
Never heard you about drinking wine before. You don't strike me as a wine person.

SaraReno said...

I love that sense of peace. It can be elusive at times but then when it hits, it just seems so much sweeter. I had one of those last week and I had to just stop and let it wash over me.

QuirkyGirl said...

Blog it out, Sista! I look forward to the glimpses of your life...solo and with the boys.

I don't think you can go without it forever. I think once you've tasted love and all that it is and was and can be and should be and all those things, I don't think you could stand to go the rest of your life and not have it. And I think the boys would miss out too. On seeing what that kind of love looks like.

But who puts the cap on time? I loved Clint crazy stupid. I didn't think I would ever find a love like that again, and thank God I didn't!!! This love is HEALTHY at least! But I also knew that I'd never settle for anything less again.

James set a bar that was splendidly high and it will never come down. But you'll grow and change and learn to do things all over again. Things that you may just not be ready for even though you WANT to be ready for them.

You're getting there, Momma. The changes and the growth are evident... even in your censored bloggity blog. I'm honored to be able to read along and learn from you.

Stick to your own pace, Chica. There's no right or wrong amount of time on this. And bollocks to anyone who tries to tell you there is!!!