Flying Girl over Copenhagen, or My Gypsy Heart is Filled with Joy
Golden Fluid Acrylic on paper 8x10"
This is a custom flying girl I did for a literal flying girl. A woman who jumps out of perfectly good planes. I was pretty inspired when I found out that my client was an actual flying girl. My paintings are only metaphorical, dream like, she however, is the real deal. This is one of the projects I've been working on while I haven't been posting.
I thought it would be a good thing to show right now as I'm feeling a little bit gypsy myself, lately.
I've been transplanted from Florida to Michigan for a little while, and am getting used to the new environs. My schedule has been upended. My routine is a kaput. My internal chronology has been set all a wackadoodle. I am bundled in sweaters day in and day out. Who knew that a measly two years in Florida would turn me into a southerner.
And you don't even want to see MY HAIR!!!! Seriously, horrific.
But still, Christmas is sneaking up on us pretty darn quickly and I am working on making some toys for the kids and various other things.
Soon I will be up to making Christmas cookies and Christmas brunch and wrapping presents. I'd better finish those toys pretty darn quickly.
When I get to my camera and get it to work with this computer, or alternately, get my computer online, I will download some pictures of what I have made so far.
If I don't see you around the blogosphere before then, I wish you a Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanzaa, Blessed Solstice....
So, I think I'm going to end this blog post with a little meditation on the Winter Soltice.
What a lovely day, the darkest night of the year, the shortest day.
It might seem grim, that it is so dark, so cold, but to me this is a holy day.
This is the point in the year that marks the return of the light.
With the return of the light, I personally am going to focus on the return of abundance and joy and opportunity and focus and community... and all those other things I would like to see blossoming in my life.
To me, this day is about hope. The metaphor of the return of the seasons holds true for life, for tough times like many of us have been going through. The sun always comes back. Spring always returns.
Nothing stays dark forever.