There are spaces between words. Pauses and stops. In the past, those spaces made me uncomfortable. Now they seem like an opportunity to reflect, process, contemplate and feel. Life seems to come at us a million miles an hour. A little space can be a delicious moment to slow down.
After a week or two of working BIG, I returned to the tiny world of water-based inks and aquabord. The beauty of this medium is the complete lack of control. I can push it, nudge it, encourage it, but ultimately it goes where it wants to, leaving speckles and unevenness that imply things off in the distance. It is simple and organic and surprising.
Instead of a process pic (as these little ones unfold rather quickly and without even a squiggle to start with), here is an "after" pic of this piece framed, standing on my counter. It invites me to daydream, gaze at the horizon and imagine far off lands and adventures yet to come. Or to listen closely for the sound of waves.
Oh, and that pineapple in the fruit bowl? Freshly picked from our own backyard. The first ever harvest in our new home!