It another wild one. I had to let it take the reins, to lead me with tiny-next-steps. I surrendered to an unpredictable outcome. My painting process is a sometimes overwhelming stream of intuitions and choices, which I enjoy immensely.
But it seems that systems seek balance: Last month I participated in an ocean triathlon which I loved for such a different reason: the clear path, no decisions to be made. The only work is to move my body forward on a well-marked route. The extremity of the contrast between the clarity of the triathlon path and the complexity of the creative process makes me laugh. But there are similarities in the set up. When painting I structure the path by setting up the still life, the lighting, the supplies and the time. That rigid armature allows me to make creative choices.
In the triathlon an enormous amount of time and effort goes into plotting the course, only I don't partake in that. My training is straightforward. I just absolutely love having nothing to but follow the way laid out before me. The rigid structure allows me to completely inhabit my body and focus. Which, when I think through it, is not so far from how I feel when I am deep into a painting, making intuitive choices.
AT RIGHT: A much larger iteration of this bouquet is still on the easel. It might be ready for my open studio party in December.