Sheltering in place does little to protect one from the news of a world spiraling out of control. In times like these, what’s a person to do?
I thanked Lizard for the wisdom shared last week and moved on to see what would come next through the art oracle!
With nothing in particular in mind, I pulled out my tower of unfinished mixed media starts looking for something that caught my eye, or rather, imagination. Some of the acrylic “skins” I’d saved brought to mind a swirling cosmos and archaic symbols. They were formed by pouring rivers of (leftover) paint (fluid acrylic paint mixed with pouring medium) onto plastic and letting them merge and dry.
One of the skin pieces looked like a face, and when I moved it around and set it just so on another piece, it became a person! No more painting was necessary to complete the picture, just an underpainting of an ink wash and some more cut skins for feathers.
And then the Indian spirit spoke, in these phrases:
In times like these . . .
I cannot shake the burden that weighs on my spirit.
My third eye opens to see across the abyss of ignorance before me and opens new pathways. . .
My feathers vibrate for peace.
I dance to the drum beats and reed flutes and chanting that vibrates with nature’s currents. . .
. . .signaling an existence where people care for each other and live in harmony.