It is not the first time I say you this: since my workshop with Jesse Reno last September, my art took a new turn. For good. You may not see the difference but it is there. No expectation, joy, love for what I do. This is my new creativity recipe to keep me happy and sane.
As I don’t really like pink, this is the same with red. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know. I am just a blue and purple kinda girl… BUT red was calling me so I started creating a background, just feeling it.
A few weeks (yes… weeks !) later, I pulled it from my «in progress» stash, wondering what the hell I could do from that… And then an eye appeared, and a nose. A VERY long nose compared to what I usually draw, but hey i could not see it anywhere else. And the face was there in front of me.
The pencil was flowing on the canvas without me really controling it. I was just the tool, if I can say so. I was surprised of her features: tall, pretty vertical.
On Monday, a little voice told me to try my luck by calling during John Holland’s radio show, happening via Hay House Radio. If you are not familiar with him, John Holland is a medium. Yep, the crazy people who can feel/see/hear dead people (being sarcastical on the crazy part of my sentence).
I won’t lie, I almost hang out several times, but this gut feeling was telling me to stay… and I was the last person chosen. Of course, I wanted to her from my Aunt who died in 1995. She gave me several messages, it was short (but I was not expecting more from her, knowing she disagrees when I try to communicate with her).
After that phone call, i had to add the «ring» above her head (is there a specific name for that thing ?). You have to know something about me: I am not religious. I was raised as a Catholic but today I consider myself as a Pagan/Buddhist (yes I know. My beliefs are eclectic and do not get trapped in one religion) so this urge to add this ring made me wonder why. But does it really matter to know why ? NO.
I learned to just go with it.
I remember dreaming or waking up at night, knowing what words to put, exactly, on this painting. And of course, I forgot. For once, it is in my mother-tongue: French. «Je veille sur toi. Toujours.» means «I am watching over you. Always.» and I am pretty sure my Aunt whispered this as a reminder (and no, she was not tall nor blonde). I don’t have to clearly talk to her to know she IS there with me, always and until she decides to come back (if she decides so someday).
While I was setting the embossing powder with my heat gun, my older daughter who was writing a letter on the same table asked me if I’d agree to give the painting to her. It is now hers, and I am happy because it is a strong message from a mom to her kid.
Some things (well… all) are just meant to be, wether we understand them or not…