Creativity moves sideways, it is by its very nature almost always unexpected as the mind gives way to that special place that allows things to flow without reason or judgement. I guess that's why we love it so much. Time out from that mind of restricted being and hey presto, the world is full of magic again. From this space every creation in this Universal Imaginarium is wonderous in its own right and joy returns, and from my perspective sanity too.
Last blog post I mentioned my having to get to grips with my pencil again...literally a new grip. When one finger refuses to play ball, well I have nine others to use. Not easy but possible. So I did start the painting and it is, for now, going reasonably well. But, because it is slower than usual, creativity exploded in another direction and so little sketches appeared and then a little paint. And, so I told myself, it's only a little one - 10cm x 10cm - and gave in.
In truth it's always been this way, two or three pictures going at once, two or three books. The creative juices nibbling away at blank paper as and when it feels to do so.
So here is the Bear and the red flower that drew me into the woods again.
A little edit - It's decided - I found the poem I wrote at the time it was painted...
Bear my Soul
In all the world
I love our solitude the best
the deep warm dark
of this long forgotten
brings my heart to its resting place
and you bear
and all the world
'is' my soul.
Oh, and just a little sneak peek at the bigger one still in progress...