✨✨✨September Greetings ✨ to you who reads. ✨✨✨
Thank you for leaning in to see what I’m shining out, this time.
You may or may not have noticed it was a while since I posted a newsy.
August assailed me multidimensionally + relentlessly, in many moments.
I am glad for a less abrasive September, though I wrestle as always with the endofSummer~herecomesthe AutumnWinter transition.
Last week I wrote a “poem-ish”, prompted by Flora Bowley online in a new artist community, which I’ve been gently enjoying.
The prompt was simply “September”, + here’s my poem-ish:
Scorpio Moon Saturday,
Seventh September,
Two Thousand and Twenty Four.
The watery muted Sunlight gives way to clear fragile blue, with white uplit wisps,
evening less-light, when it was bright fierce mid-afternoon, weeks ago.
Stillness is settling deeper, quieter, earlier, longer. Dark comes faster.
Wrapped now in comfortable air, I dread the cold months.
The transition is always hard. I’m ok once surrendered to it, known
for hibernating, since decades. “Hallowe’en to Easter? ~ No Jaihn."
It’s the shifting betweentimes, like going-to-bed, or getting-up - either way - for which I have no natural embrace.
And this, too, will pass. Grey skies now.
Acceptance: EarthLesson seven million, today.
The Thusness.
Given That This Is So….
And on we go.
~ J a i h n ~ 07092024
The middle pic above is from another Flora prompt - (the things I named in the writing on the page). Done very fast, it brought its own progression.
The collages were done in August, (the rhs one is “Eaglet Feeding Now”,
+ the lower row of marks are from just-brush-cleaning pages.
I am beginning to really like these, unprecious on flimsy ‘newsprint’ paper, with a freedom that begins to seep into other splashings. Of which there has been Quite A Lot - albeit often done in ‘stolen moments’ - short wisps of minutes in my precious-ised (+ some pressurised) three-hours-up-each-day.
I began a splashings series from a suggestion in, funnily enough, Flora B’s Fresh Paint book - only a week or so before I got the invite to the community. I do like those kind of flow-signs - uncontrived sequence + timing, from following my Nose. So to speak.
That suggestion was to create a series of work, + while I left a target-number out - it seldom works out well, when I delineate in advance - I did Properly get some Particular Paper, + cut it as I wanted it, and set forth.
‘If I do Seven, is fine’, was my no-more-challenges-required-thank-you aim.
I had already done the pic below, when the invite came in.
The rest, on the table in the last pic, have been going on since.
‘Inbetweentimes’
is a good name for this series.
I fell ‘behind’ on showing all this, often running out of uptime or daylight in which to take pics - so, triumphant today, I’ve rather squashed a big bunch in here, now.
If you read this via direct email (thank you), then it may be truncated - please do check out the online version if you’d like to be sure you’re seeing all I’m showing.
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Number 2:
+ Numbers 3, paler, + 4, darker + most recent - I was splashing it just last night:
I’m so pleased with the ongoingness of these.
Meanwhile on the newsprint front:
I’m calling Number 4, above, ‘done’, for the moment.
Enjoyable Enoughness - A quality I sorely need to bring in to some other departments in my experience currently.
Rustling it up out of nowhere with inks, watercolours + whatnots is one way to bring it in to land.
No matter how Autumnal-Grumpy I get, or how wiped-out-from-anxieties+challenges, there is always Artistry, + for that, I can generally access some Authentic Gratitude.
May you also have Bone-Deep Gladness, no matter the other nonsense, in your Life, too.
Thank you for reading, if you did. If you like, please do like - by clicking to light up the heart.
I’ll aim to return with more offerings, before very long.
Meanwhile: Keep Well, Breathe Deep… On We Go. x x x J
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