So, one free afternoon while my 16 month old was at his grandma's, I decided to try Flora's approach on for size.
Downloaded some new music to fill the empty spare bedroom, plopped a variety of colors on an old Rubbermaid lid and just painted, with no direction, forethought, or goal in site. And it was a joy!!
Here was my first couple marks:
And it evolved to this:
And eventually grew to this:
The next afternoon I felt up to painting, someone else decided he was up to painting as well and refused to nap, so he joined in the fun.
I let the painting sit for a few days and walked past it everyday looking at spots that I loved and seeing if imagery jumped out at me. After flipping it a few times I realized that my tree that I had first made had morphed into a bird.
Honestly, the painting could have found an end pretty easily on this path but I wasn't feeling like it was me. So on I went with the mark making, off and on for months during my pregnancy.
Until one day in February, she emerged while I was 7 months pregnant with a lively 20 month old boy!!!
She was finally finished a few months after I popped.
Needless to say I NEVER thought I'd paint a bare breasted woman reaching for the sky, but after sitting back and listening to my heart I realized this is exactly something from me. I painted this the entire length of my pregnancy and that whole time I was working on releasing the fear of childbirth because my first experience had been horrid. I see this beauty now as embracing birth, knowing there is a precious life on the other side of the madness. And he is.