This little painting was a re-entry into sitting at my easel after a couple months of separation. It’s not always easy to get back into the groove after a long break, and because I was feeling pretty weak and tired I just wanted something fun to paint.
What ended up appearing was actually an amazing representation of how I was feeling and it wasn’t even conscious. Everything in this painting exudes a fragility and vulnerability that is very tactile. Even the bones in her hands are delicate and small. Her expression is a gaze that is both penetrating and somewhat...exhausted. She hold the cycles of nature on her shoulders and upon her head. Never apart from the nature and wildness of Life, and comforted by the warmth that loving presence can bring (fox on her shoulders) and the rebirth of spring anew (the bird eggs).
I can attest to each one of these feelings as being my own. They are staples of our inherent nature to feel vulnerable to the clamour of our human stories about challenge and loss. Though this painting wasn’t a conscious effort to map my unconscious, it is a great example of the secret relationships between our heart, head and hands.
I posted some close up shots below. ❤️
Hugs, T
