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Metamorphosis

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I am relatively new on this journey of intuitive art and the fact that each painting comes to me in a different way doesn’t help. I like others often have that voice in my head that carries thoughts of doubt and ‘what if’s’. The journey with this painting though slowly brought me more confidence, as I was reminded to stand in my truth, let go of doubt and to just be ready.  To begin with, I was given an image in my head of three main colours, blue, magenta, and yellow. These colours look so vibrant together and are primary colours, so in using them, a rainbow of colour unfolds. I found I needed to be in a peaceful space to paint this piece. It was like a meditation when I painted, it was lovely. My hands were guided to different colours as I went and I painted freely without preconceptions.  Those thoughts though were niggling, not enough to stop me, but I was aware that I was being cautious and precious, feeling a bit over-whealmed at this whole intuitive process. Th...

Mending Broken Strings

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When I first sketched this painting out I saw a boy and a harp and then I was moved to tears. Who was this person? Why was I crying? I had the word medieval in my head before I started sketching. Other than that, I had no preconceptions before I began to draw. So after the harp made from a tree, I thought ‘medieval harp’. I started to search harp players from medieval times…Orpheus came up, seemed intriging, could this be Orpheus? My face screwed up when I asked and my head went from side to side. O.k I’ll keep looking. I started clicking on a couple of images of harp players from medieval images then a photo of a stained glass window stood out to me of a man playing a harp. It was King David. So I asked, “Is this King David?” and there was a smile and a nod. Oh my goodness, King David, the great King of Israel. But why the tears? To be honest, I needed to refresh what knowledge I had in biblical history, so I started reading summaries of his life and things began to make sense.  ...