Something Lost…

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For the first time in months and months, I was stirred by a question I read in an email newsletter to which I subscribe to write some morning pages…

It was one of those questions I knew would need more than just a simple writing down.  It needed more energy, more love…so I wrote out my response to the question…I wrote out my prayer to the Universe…

and as my youngest child slept on beside me (thankfully…else this would not have gotten done…) I added one layer of paint…but the words still showed through…so I added a different color paint over that…and then another coat over that…then I missed the original two colors and how they worked together so I added them back, one coat at a time…allowing time for each coat to dry before adding the next…

You first saw her after I grabbed a chunk of charcoal and drew out a quick form…

WIP. .. first morning pages in a long time

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Then I let her sit, until I was able to come back to her.

This morning was that time.

Layer upon layer.  Patience in between each daub of paint to let things dry.

More layers.  More paint.  More drying.

A remembering of the faces, of the energies, of the spirits, of the bits and pieces of me, that I love to draw and that I love to paint slowly returning to my hands, to my heart…

I painted her in a journal…the scanning does not do this one justice…in real life, the paper does not look nearly so rumpled and warped…I swear it…

 

I thought maybe if I could just get a close-up of her face, you would get a better feel for her…

But no.  Some days, the scanner and I really get a long well…and other days…I watch the movie Office Space…and giggle while looking for that baseball bat.

So I took a picture of her for instagram with my phone that I thought turned out better and gives you a better feel for her…

Her scan didn't do her justice…was hoping this might…

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She is 9 inches by 12 inches, done with a variety of paints and metallics, as well as charcoal and colored pencils.

There will be more of her story to come…as well as those of her sisters at some point, I am certain.

 

 

 

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