Sometimes, I think about reincarnation and fantasize about what I’d like to be in my next life, if I have one. I’m perfectly happy becoming soil, dust, a ghost, a distant memory, or whatever it is you become when you’re released from this strange, beautiful life. As I worked on my latest painting, I indulged in the idea that I would enjoy being a tree — a rooted being with it’s limbs reaching toward the sky. It’s not a new fantasy, but one I’ve had in my heart even before I knew there were ideas about reincarnation. And while I don’t really know much more than the basic ideas of reincarnation, it’s fun to dream of such things.
I like painting trees from my imagination, from a spontaneous place inside me, where I can play with the form and color. Just following brushstrokes, building on what starts as a vague image with whatever comes to mind.
In my last post, I showed the beginning of this painting. I had such a good time working on it, that I almost didn’t want to stop, but the painting finally told me it was finished.
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