Sometimes when I sit down with my morning cup 'o joe, I will randomly grab one of the many books I have going and simply let it fall open and then read what is on the page. Somedays the words I discover are quite revealing and become my random thought for the day. So this morning I grabbed Letters on Life by Rainer Maria Rilke; this is the paragraph that stood out on the page that fell open.
"You are wrong to think of yourself as 'weak'...you have this impression because you are permanently stretched thin and every day find yourself poised to accommodate the hundreds of things that your life both gives and takes from you, without anything really staying there."
I sat back in my chair and wondered at how the simplest things can so easily represent what is going on in our reality. How anothers thoughts and words offer itself to us so we can lean into the day and accept what it might hold and what things we will do to figure it all out, cuz in my world, some days none of it makes any sense so I do my best to hang on.
So I finished my coffee and leaned into the day. I took out some paint and journal pages and just made a mess. No thinking allowed. No game plan. Just movement. I felt like I needed the release of unstrained, uncontrolled actions. The above journal page is part of the end result. It is simply the palette paper I used to brayer paint from, then wanting to write the words big, I grabbed an empty squirt bottle intended for frosting cakes; it's really squishy plastic like the kind ketchup comes in at little diners and cafes and decided if I put black paint in it I could write with the paint right out of the bottle and that is what I did. And then after I photographed the paper and paint collaged mess, I turned it upside down on a piece of canvas I had used to protect my art table, allowing paint to platter wherever it ended up, basically martyring the journal page. Some things are not meant to be permanent just markers for us to move our life along; keep us afloat, guide us to the place we need to get to next.
These are a couple of pics of parts of the canvas I was using to mess around on and what happened after I over turned my 'fine thin line' temporary journal page over onto the canvas. I will continue to add more paint layers to this and see where it ends up.