Tossed - March 25, 2016

Rowing this morning on unstable waters, swells, with wind, the oars were cattywampus, arms straining in fearful anticipation, body tensed against the process, not a relaxing ride this time ... but a good feeling to return whole and dry.

And something parallel is happening in the art studio where conditions have changed and I want to avoid falling into old habits and stay tuned to what wants to come - not so life threatening, but an interesting place to hang for awhile. Aligning with new energy movement is enlivening.

For some reason I started a large owl painting yesterday, below, in process. Mostly painted with a feather, so far.