Sunday, 12 January 2014
I had an urge to paint - a pulling from my soul. PAINT, PAINT, PAINT it shouted and screamed at me as I lay in bed swamped under a blanket of insomnia and with a head fugged with a cold virus.
And I tried, I really did. But the hours ticked away, the day job beckoned and the days drifted...
And then, finally last night I got paintbrush to paper and it all flooded out. Nothing profound or earth shattering but a creation of sorts. Buds became flowers and seeds grew to bloom - a meadow of floral sunshine danced across the page.
And then, for the first time in days I finally banished the night time demons that had been keeping me awake. I slept long and deep. Coincidence?
Next time I listen to my Muse - she clearly knows best!
This piece I'm sharing here was one of my favourites from last night's prolific spree. Blobs on a page that I'd used to mop up a surplus of paint from another piece grew into a painting in their own right and the title (which just jumped out at me) particularly appropriate!