I will spend today in the studio finishing up art for 2 projects before my travels. I'll probably still be crying as paint. It's interesting to see the energy in the art afterwards...like a secret shared when viewed in public...between me and my creation. The love and laborous process of birthing, creating...giving so much of oneself in the very present moment...that kind of truth between an "object" and artist...the exchange of honesty, energy, feeling...is what cannot truly be said, explained or understood my myself or those looking in.
All I have is an offering. I offer myself to this form, this shape, these colors...it creates itself as some unspoken language that begs to be heard...discovered. It wants to be here...to bring something intangible...but substantial...to this space..to this world. This is how I am creating...my creation shifts my own form...it creates me in mutual exchange...we shape each other.