I’ll give you three guesses to my state of mind. Here they are.
There’s a Cat on My Faberge
I’m still in a bit of painting funk. I want to paint, but I don’t necessarily want to paint something. So, I was swirling things around and… a cat came and sat on my paper.
My sincere apologies, but this painting has a lot of references to Christianity. If that is something that triggers you, please feel free not to read.
Tired of twiring paint around aimlessly, I decided to work with a piece of pre-aimlessly-painted paper. As I was twirling the paper around on my desk, I kept seeing the figure on the lower right. As I kept developing, I saw more figures. And started to tell myself stories. There is Mary, mother of Jesus (i.e. unwed mother), the Woman at the Well (i.e. prostitute), and the sisters, Martha and Mary (Martha who does the spiritual and Mary who does the practical and they just can’t seem to work it out.) All of these figures have head coverings. Then there is… someone on the left. You can figure out who for yourself (not necessarily Jesus, but that is one interpretation.) In my view, it is someone who can listen and soothe and tell these women that they are valued.
Karl, the Rugby Kelpie
I am not sure where Karl came from. I was working to finish another aimless start and he emerged. Strong. Playful. Confident.