Flowing through the days with Saule, creating here and there, I've been recently called again to draw.. but not in a way i remember or used to know. It looks quite like Her way, at times feels like I'm imitating her. But there's something more to it, I feel.. I transitioned from women's bodies and women's faces and cartoonish characters (which I still hope to draw in the future) into something less defined, something pretty wild if you ask me.
We both balance on a white sheet of paper and meander through the crazy lines, finding our peace there, becoming still.. I often look up to peek at her doodles. They are marvelous! Selfless. Expansive. True. I love to watch her. And more than that, I love the fact that I am still able to loose myself in that dance of colours. A few days ago I've stumbled across a term I've nearly forgotten: abstract expressionism. I thought: this is it! This is exactly what we are doing everyday! But I cannot pause my daughter while she's drawing and say "hey look, what you are doing now is called abstract expressionism." It's ridiculous. She's just drawing. Being herself. One day she might dive into photorealism in pencils and produce a stunningly alive portrait of a porcelain cup with daisies in it - still, if until then no one would put an idea in her mind that such thing is unique, or considered a talent, or that it has any sort of a name... - she would just be herself, drawing. Unaware and simply fulfilling her soul's urge to create - surely polished by the years of practice, but otherwise clear of any ideas. I wish you innocence and purity of thought and action, and fulfilling of beauty of your life through creating for the sake of creating. Not due to labels or social preferences and accepted patterns. Only due to yourself. You are free. I am learning this from you. Relearning this.. Rediscovering my primitive and authentic lines, my most basic level, my creative soul's golden thread.
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May all mothers find peace in this creative universe and often rest their heads on its playful lap ♥
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