Ciao Beautiful Art. Friends!
Our Co-Creation Session yesterday was really nourishing for me, really grounding and supporting...
This is what I was working on, as we shared: before I began painting over it, this was the old canvas. It was created around 15 years or more ago, by Sergio - my ex, who passed away recently at a young age.
I had a strong dream soon after he died, of him painting over one of my paintings, and my being really happy about the symbiosis of that; being glad that we were co-creating.
His old paintings are all very dark - chiaroscuro, and dark subjects with violence and extreme tensions... I could have left a lot of things in his house (and garden) that I am guardian of, for his family to take care of much later - but the canvases in particular I know will never be appreciated as much by anyone else, as by myself as a useful new surface to work on.
I have used a lot of others' canvases over the years, and especially just now, as I delve more into co-creation with our ongoing weekly meetings - and as my life-long Art. practise evolves - there is literal and subtle interweaving of energies that is happening more and more...
My Art. practise used to be very solitary and inward - it has always been very self-motivated and sovereign from conventional 'art' world structures - and at the same time, I feel this evolution into multidimensionality that draws me to create with others. Just to sit side-by-side, to talk through our processes, and to hear others' living experiences.
This helps enormously with the flow in my working: the easy sharing, the stories and words unfolding, the descriptions of our creative practises... they feel like rich threads forming this solid energetic tapestry of reality: a magical and real everyday, which is all of our threads working together to form a solid mystical fabric of domestic alchemy. Which helps me to feel valid, alive, real, normal (NOT 'normal' in the conventional sense of conforming to 'norms'), safe and capable.
Having YET AGAIN been locked out of Instagram, and even though I was expecting it, as this is the way of the machine, I had this wave of 'giving-up' engulf me for a moment: that feeling of my Art. being undervalued, censored, my very identity not fitting in 'anywhere', my need to be witnessed unheard and my very hard work of creating and sharing bring completely ignored...
