move

This puppy has been finished for a week or two, only I didn’t know it was finished til the other night. I just suddenly ‘realised’. Which is cool because I couldn’t work out what more it needed.

These progress shots don’t seem to start very early on, but it gives some idea of how it came together.

What’s also cool is it seems to be one of a building theme, which incorporates colour and figures in a slightly abstract way. I think it’s being heavily influenced by Nia actually; I’m still averaging three classes a week and it seems to impact my whole life. As my teacher says, ‘the wind blows everywhere.’ I think about dancing all the time!

It is hard to describe that internal ‘click’ I feel when I’ve added colour and lines intuitively for a while and then I SEE it, the image the painting wants to be. It’s kind of a buzz actually.

The colours in this one make my heart beat faster! I’m so happy with the figure, which just emerged on her own; I couldn’t have created that sense of a movement captured if I had painstakingly tried. It makes the paintings feel like they’re out of my control, which is both a relief and a bit frustrating at times.

Anyway, I’ve called this one ‘Move’ and it’ll be available in my shop shortly.

PS. Thank you so much for all the lovely supportive comments about the work I produced during my pen and ink class. It was really encouraging and is helping me keep the creative momentum going! xx

ive got a perfect body

That’s right, I missed my calling as a supermodel cause I was too busy painting. Ha.

I was up on the roof terrace the other day, doing some underwear sunbathing, and noticing that pretty much all my thoughts about my body are negative lately, and then some lines from the song ‘Folding Chair’ by Regina Spektor popped into my head.

I’ve got a perfect body

But sometimes I forget

I’ve got a perfect body

Cause my eyelashes catch my sweat

Ok, so that might not be the first thing about my body for which I’m grateful, but Regina makes a good point no?

So you know what, yeah; actually I DO have the perfect body.

My heart beats without my having to remember or tell it to; my hair grows; my eyes see beautiful things and let my brain know so my soul can appreciate them; my legs walk and skip and run; my brain works (kind of!); my skin holds my insides in; my kidneys, liver and lungs all do what they’re supposed to; my hands hold paintbrushes.

I’ll spare you an actual picture of this perfect specimen, but here is the song by Regina.

Big up the self love people. It’s good for you.