A friend once told me that what he liked most about my art was that each painting conjured up an imagined land/seascape. He said he knew the locations weren’t “real” but that he felt them, vividly…that some were familiar in a distant lifetime kind of way and others were simply places he would love to travel to, to explore.
I liked so much, that he felt my art that way…
There are places we travel, only in our minds… places imagined, yet so real that your every sense comes alive from thought alone. Painting is often a way for me to explore those places within… to discover new layers of myself along the way. I love what is emerging as the journey continues…. ~
Original Ink & Watercolor ©Michelle Rummel
Sometimes we don’t even know what we need until we are in the midst of a moment…
That happened to me today. A slow waking from an uneasy night of sleep… my head has been full lately and those who know me well know the depth of thought I am wading through. Grey clouds above, the sun slow to lighten sky.
Encouraged, like a whisper past my ear, for the first time in weeks I pick up my paintbrush and begin to paint. It feels natural, comforting, familiar. Splashes of color dance across the paper, wet brush dipping in palette pan, dabbing off excess paint, laying down layers. Yes, I know this road. Then, I reach for ink. I add depth and line and detail. Water pooling, tide receding, toes sinking. Meditative, this moment. I am lost in it.
A special photograph inspires me along…I instinctively know the journey the pen needs to make. It is a beautiful thing to feel and symbolic in more ways than one.
After some time, I notice my heart beat…slowing, my breathing…regular and relaxed. I recognize a soft smile at lips edge and notice the return of the sun. In this moment, I feel calm, happy and deeply grateful and I embrace the mystery of the road that lies ahead ~
Original Ink and Watercolor ©Michelle Rummel