White light meditation
White is all colour and no colour
White is the colour of honesty and truth, the colour of purity, virgnity, healing, the colour of possibility.
A white canvas. A white piece of paper.
Clean, pristine, perfect as it is.
I’m painting the walls white. It’s soothing.
Standing before a blank canvas is to stand on a precipice like The Fool in The Tarot. An infinite number of possibilities are open if you can let go.
Painting walls white is simple, not too much thinking required.
White canvas is a 2 dimensional space. Another world.
Ride a white horse to Banbury Cross.
Stand on the eye of the great ancient white chalk horses of England and make a wish.
The white cliffs of Dover, a boundary.
The white crowned Bass Rock covered in bird shit. Guano. Valuable stuff. Fortunes have been made with shit!
How white is white? Whiter than white!
The whiteness of a dandelion clock.
White is pure and ethereal, ghostly.
White is the colour of death, not black!
Ashes to Ashes. Snow and ice.
White is an extreme.
A white out.
Clean white sheets on the bed. Heaven.
I am in a white phase. New white curtains, a new pair of white pjs. White walls.
At the weekend a friend gives me three canvases, donated to a local charity shop where he works. They had been painted on and then whitewashed. A shroud of white paint obliterating the artwork underneath.
I recognise a local artists name from a label on the back, though I can’t see her work. I can’t see what she disliked so much, but I get it! The white noise of frustration.
White with rage.
White was her colour choice of destruction.
I’m suddenly bored with painting walls white. The boredom that was soothing becomes plain boring. I decide to use-up some poured out emulsion paint on these gifted canvases. Perhaps a white painting for my newly decorated white bathroom? Keep it feeling spacious!
The canvases are already framed beautifully! I take the piss out of myself and art. Crap art is easy to make… I might even finish these and hang them in my bathroom! They look meant as they are already framed!
…. and then I keep painting, editing some work with white paint.
White and someone else’s frustration has unexpectedly inspired me.
And then I want colour and add some light bright pink and orange into this oil painting of Zebra that I have worked on for years…
Thank you to the artist who destroyed her work and donating rather than chucking out, and for the way the canvases arrived at mine. I shovelled up some bags of horse manure for my friends garden and got given canvases.