Monday my only objective was to allow myself to play in my studio. I was in need of some soul-settling and spark. I let myself relax, paint, and listen to my book.
There’s something so liberating about entering into a process without a preconceived outcome in mind.
I was listening to Magnificence by Lydia Millett. I would want to know, so I thought you might too. I also read her book, A Children’s Bible, a remarkable story. I love her writing style.
I’ve noticed when play is my only stated goal, in many areas of my life, not just painting—something unexpected, and often delightful is given the space to emerge.
The next day I played more by creating mirror images with my photos. They took on a whole other life—an iconic quality, even an odd sort of sacredness.
Perhaps they somehow they reflected their origin story? I looked at them and instantly thought…ancient totems of play.
“It is a happy talent to know how to play.” ―Ralph Waldo Emerson