There is so much I want to tell you about this painting. I want to tell you about how I really started it last year and left it unfinished because it was too hard for me at the time. I want to tell you about how I struggled to prioritise painting yesterday because the house was such a mess and the inbox so full. I want to tell you about how hard I found it still, after two months of solid painting. “This whale was a killer and it’s not even a killer whale,” she wailed.
I felt utterly out of my depth yesterday, in life and in painting. But how cool is that thought? That out of our depths is exactly the deep, blue place from which we must keep emerging.
I’m posting this painting, wondering for the first time if its truly done? I’m also wondering if anything is ever truly done – or whether we can simply arrive at a place where we’re done with it – ready to breach, to come up for air.
This breathing exercise really helped me stay energised while painting last night:
Inhale for 6 seconds through your nose.
Exhale for 2 seconds through your mouth.
Repeat x 4.
From the @oakmeditation app.