Back in the studio after a wild weekend art extravaganza at the Broward Convention Center. Exhausted, sleeping deeply, enjoying a little quiet time. Feeling the call of ancient spirits as they appear in my dreams, leaving me messages to contemplate and images to conjure forth on the canvas.
I've been working on some self-healing in recent months. It is different for each person, I believe. Ailments can be emotional wounds made physical; energy disturbances we ignore in a busy, modern world. But in taking the time to really listen to my body, my moods and my thoughts, I've been able to see some things that had been bothering me for awhile and address them in ways I hadn't tried before. It's all a little woo-woo, but I'll be darned if it doesn't work like, well, magic. And you, dear reader, know I am a big believer in magic. :)
So as I was tuning in to myself during this process, I began to notice music, words, colors and textures which called to me and ultimately resulted in this piece of art, which is a bit different for me but which I find incredibly powerful and somehow comforting and healing.
Below is one of the songs running through my head this week. Can you see how the universe is speaking to me? Magic is all around.