September is my favourite month. I feel my garden thinking about slowing down. People are more reflective. The temperature is often the perfect 21 degrees. I’m still painting florals, but there is a creative shift going on too that comes with the season and these times.
In one painting I find my flowers are floating out of the vase. They won’t stay down. A different bunch tumbles into another canvas to make a kind of floral-patterned wallpaper on a gold-leaf background. These same ones sneak into a third canvas, the one with the woman.
A few years back I painted a similar seated figure with rosy cheeks and a heart-shaped face. Somehow she re-appeared in this new canvas. The wallpaper florals have snuck in behind her, to become a painting within a painting. She is seated, waiting, like many of my figures. I think she likes where she is, but she’s waiting too, always waiting for the next thing in this joyful impermanence called life. I too am waiting. Changes always lie around the corner. I may be moving. I may be living in a van. The compass needle always wavers a little, never quite settles down.
Drive your floral van out here, girl! We’ll get all impermanent together 🙂
Yes! Maybe the middle of the country is the Middle Way!