In these uncertain times, we strive for balance, meaning, purpose. We hope for the safety and health of ourselves and those we love…and we extend that prayer for our entire family, neighbors, community, state, country, neighboring countries, the earth. We are in this together. We always have been.
I honestly don’t know why I started to paint ballerinas. Perhaps it is their perfection of form–the way their bodies stand tall and poised, their mastery of graceful movement. Perhaps it was the memory of a fleeting girlhood fantasy of being a ballerina. Perhaps it is their delicate beauty.
I began painting ballerinas, several of them, one after the other. This first painting was a total surprise to me. It’s one that started out as something else, a compassionate feminine Buddha portrait, and then, it turned into the ballerinas. At first, the central ballerina was a flower, the bleeding heart. However, all around her, other ballerina figures were developing. Suddenly, the bleeding heart no longer fit. The flower became the central ballerina and she too changed over time.
Sometimes, the way in which the paint or acrylic ink “dripped” prompted a new figure. I limited the color palette.
Today is a good day to notice beauty.