Painted Meditation, Abstract Medicine

Yesterday I completed three canvases (whatever complete means) and I wasn't necessarily compelled to cut them up for other art-making. This kinda surprised me... with skeptical delight.

You see, this is the work of Nona Entropy. Of this, there can be no doubt. She's been whispering to me for months, increasing the volume with every message, so that now I hear (and feel) her daily. Her core mantra, "Don't be so damned literal" is sometimes following up with, "Not all the time, anyway," just to temper her tone. Turns out, now that she's got my full attention, she's a demanding wench. A little scary. But not enough to sever this intriguing relationship. And this surprises me not one iota.

The painting on the left started several months ago, before I was consciously aware of Nona Entropy's presence, and was "finished" only two days ago. The painting on the right started weeks ago and I glazed it two days ago. The painting at center was started days ago and was likewise glazed the day before yesterday.

I could distract you to tears with seasonal stories of missing tactile communing with the rooted ones, of visiting them in realms of our shared creation, tangible and "not," and of how this all relates to the manifestation of these paintings, and the escalating journey this experience has offered ... but I'll spare you.

Simple. Complex. Light. Dark. Bright. Dim. Chaos. Order. Skeptical. Compliant. So far. Yes. That's what she says. So I repeat it for you.

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Wishing you a creative day.

Peace.