Mixed media explorations can take weeks to put together. My flow and work are rarely lucid. Instead, I sequence little compulsions until they satisfy some inner dialogue. Once I recognize the message, I share (sometimes!).
My Dark Nest has been glued, painted, scraped, glazed, re-glazed and painted again. The process is personal, as if I alternately built and gouged myself.
Yesterday, an internal voice told me I had finished. I did not know what my picture expressed, but it felt completed.
Only after I uploaded it did I understand. I had assembled a dark, empty nest with a little song floating above it.
My nest is lonely and hopeful. I am processing my mother’s visit and carrying on after she leaves.
Mom’s companionship and guidance buoy me. I enjoy the adventure of her visits. Without that extra twinkle life seems gloomier.
Yet–I am half of her. On joyful days (most days!), I am a singing dancing knot of good humour. Even in a dark empty nest, a little song floats.