I finished this piece yesterday, but it had been finished before. It used to be this. The other day I in conversation with someone who is not an artist and she shared that she thought the hardest thing she feels in creating art would be to know when it’s done. And I was like, well, yeah. For me, that is always up in the air. Well, no. There are times when a piece is 100% completely finished. But often with some of my other mixed media pieces, there’s some wriggle room. And honestly I wasn’t completely satisfied with the last iteration. But now, yes.
The texture and the depth of this piece makes me happy. And I remember sitting under the old walnut tree one autumn afternoon and admiring the branches and leaves overhead. A simple moment, admiring a small thing that all the people around me were not noticing. It made me think of the phrase that I chose for the title. The idea that the outside world is a reflection of our inner world and vice versa.
I am moved by noticing the beauty and the profound in the mundane. And then bringing that back with me into the studio and trying to touch upon that mystery.
Intentionally noticing the universe/existence to experience soul? Or is it noticing the soul in the world around?