Following the brush....a lesson in letting go.

IMG_1833 What a pleasure to while away a few days in the studio.

I had forgotten that smell of oily rags and the sharp smack of chemical mediums. Brushes that fit snug in the hand, after years of use, the bristles turn knowingly. "Watch your head!" The rack I used to hit my head on, no longer catches me unaware. I covet the sunny morning light and cool afternoon shade. The chickens sometimes lay a sneaky egg in the dark corner.

We've seen some times, this room and I. It knows a good deal of my secrets and has heard me sing loud and long into the night. (I thought no one was listening).

It's nice to not have to please a gallery. Free time. To play, pull out the crazy colours and have fun. I listen to Dylan and The Doors, music from my wayward youth. Janis Joplin when I fight with my partner, Dave Mathews when I love him.

I don't need to think about the washing or working in the garden. I may not answer the phone and emails are far from my mind. I just am. I'm here to just happily follow my brush.

Monkey business

What a pleasure to draw with my daughter. Her small hands trace the shapes of birds and bees. A wing is bent to fit on the page, an extra leg added for birdy support. No matter or mind. The pictures will find their way. We discover these magical beasts. A giraffe has a tail like a mermaid and a bear has a bold smattering of pink spots. It's all in fun.

 

A lovely few hours of crayons and mugs of tea. The ironing and sweeping will wait. We laugh over her magnificent creations, we collaborate. I learn much more in this time than she. She is the wild one. New and fresh and confident. All tangled hair and lips pinched in concentration, she is at her loveliest in this quiet place.

 

 

 

Michelle xx