"Strangely In-Between" (a work in process) acrylic on cradled wood panel
When near the end of day, life has drained Out of light, and it is too soon For the mind of night to have darkened things,
No place looks like itself, loss of outline Makes everything look strangely in-between, Unsure of what has been, or what might come.
from "For the Interim Time" by John O'Donohue
This is a painting between stages, inspired by the in-between space so many of us are in with the world being a bit topsy-turvy. This one is slowly coming to life, whispering what she wants to be, forming and re-forming under many layers of paint. She's not in any hurry, and so I won't rush her.
The full moon returned this weekend, reminding us of the constancy of certain things. A little comfort - a celestial anchor. And also a lovely, heavenly and glowing birthday balloon in the sky! All the Leos out there might be dancing beneath it. As I should be, exercising after a week of cake and cake and more cake and adventure and excess and little sleep.
One of the little guilty pleasures I had this week was spending an entire evening ogling this book , The Vanities by Terence Lawlor. Can you say COLLAGE SMORGASBORD? My eyes are still popping out of my head. You're going to want one. And then you will never throw away another piece of paper again. You're welcome.