Funny how your brain can be all, oh, I wanna do this, this and this, but the body just sorta goes...blah. The butterflies have been a bit like that for me. I see 'em in my brain, all fluttering about, but the doing has been a bit..er, rough. After scrubbing a few boards today, all that changed. And also what I initially envisioned for these images changed - again! Uh, can’t wait to see how they turn out!
Recently, I've come to accept the fact that I work slow - as in methodical slow. From beginning ruminations in my head, to their final outcome. la.la.slow. Rushing is not my game. voila-ka-boom.
This can be er, a bit disconcerting for that lovely force known as momentum. But momentum can take on various levels of acceleration. Mine tends to be a bit turtle-ish.
Whatever impetus one's momentum chooses to take, it's gotta be there for anything to take place. Even in slow art. You can gain it, lose it, you can find it, feel it. Momentum is grand, at whatever pace.
Valerie Littlewood has an interesting post in celebration of slow art. Her bee images by the way, are absolutely beautiful. Slow down a bit and take a look.
So, with fever-ish, turtle-ish momentum seven boards were scrubbed with color and the butterflies were found in my head. A doggie was walked and a supper omelet was prepared with eggs from Anne and John's highly productive hens.
What a slowly and totally rocked day. Yup, I say again - rockée total.