I made flyers. Old school advertising. Flyers to leave around town. Flyers as an excuse to speak to people. Physical fragments for folk to pick up. I’m going to Edinburgh on Saturday with my flyers and looking forward to it.
I’m painting flyers too! Blue tits and sparrows, magpies and crows. Just going with the flow, going with the fly. I’m enjoying the wok. However, once a day I crash to the ground with self doubt. I guess I’m learning to fly again in some weird way. I need to practice flying into town easily like I used to until I got a mental block about it. Locked down with my hens, I simply stayed locked down and filled a room full of paintings.
My friends tell me I don’t need to make any more work, but that falls on deaf ears. Of course I will make more, hope to make something good, something that will fly out of the door. Hope to let my creativity and brushes fly around the canvas and for me to get out of the way so something surprising emerges. The paint brush a magic wand. Potentially anyway!
And then, after the exhibition in May, I want to start teaching the Alexander Technique again. So many teachers and healers of various modalities seem to have shelved their work since flipping covid. Work that eases people, helps folk find freedom, poise, calm and inner strength. Helps folk fly! There’s too many stressed out people these days.
Us humans need to be soul free, to fly above the problems of the world, forward and up expansive thinking, not to be pulled down by complications.
In some small way my old fashioned printed flyers are a way for me to start moving forward again. Straight forward and simple, a way to say hello to strangers and a reason to fly into town on Saturday. I wonder who will pick one up? Just 400 invites to an arty party in May for someone to find.
Much love
Kirsten
