Crow Fragments, Ink on Paper, 21 x 29 cm
In my last post I wrote that I was feeling a bit wobbly, I didn’t realise I was coming down with tonsillitis. The body follows the stresses we feel. Too much stress is too much.
Fevered, I’ve been seeing the most fantastical images appear in my mind’s eye. Spectacular, detailed, complex paintings that were so clear. Paintings so rich in texture and imagery I wouldn’t know where to begin. Maybe the images are pointing a new direction if I can find threads of them in waking?
It’s so weird how dreams fragment as we begin to wake and then disappear. Only an echo is left, a smudge in our mind’s eye, as though it has been erased.
Yesterday afternoon I felt well enough to get out of bed and draw for a while. Inspector George Gently was on tv. A bit of eye candy is good for healing after all! An episode called Gently Between the Lines. Good title!
I had a feathery smudgy piece of paper left over from previous days.
A Rorschach test – what did I see?
A fragmented landscape emerged – stag, horse tree, river, crows, moon, twisted roots, droplet of water, feathers… and yet still smudgy and abstract… memories of a familiar landscape.
The flow of the drawing falls towards the viewer, it feels spacious, alive.
‘Crow Fragments’
Feeling fragmented, unwell…
Yet things breakdown before change occurs – deaths within life.
Dreams disappear yet we must go gently in the direction of our dreams for if we lose hope we are done for.
Love Kirsten xx
