Day 2: Swooshing, Painting with Mecca



I think I will change my start time at the studio. I try to get there by 8 am but Edber and I haven't perfected our system yet. I still make breakfast--made banana nutella crepes today-- and then make my way downstairs. I love slow breakfasts. I have to really enjoy that coffee. Living , being very very alive is giant a part of this process!

Edber's finishing a project so I took Mecca with me. Mecca and I have drawn together but this is the first time we painted with each other. She chanted with me, too! She was saying Ommmmm with her hands together. Such an amazing creature. We walked around the gallery while chanting. We blessed the space with our voice. I love Mecca's voice. I can't wait to have conversations with her. I guess painting IS our conversation today.

I had a dream the other night that we had moved some big shelf in our place and suddenly, our place opened up. Expanded. I feel like this is what painting is doing to my heart. I move molecules and then my heart opens up. Expanding.

Mecca and I started today by painting a new layer over the last one. The color of milk. Mecca made some squiggly marks on the side. White on white. Looked like Japanese script. I loved it. Her strokes made the painting feel very zen--especially because she was making these marks from top to bottom.

Then I wrote the word SWOOSH! which will probably be the title of the piece. I was thinking of a quote from Bjork about going down to the bottom and then going swoosh! This was my swoosh! I was happy to be swooshing with Mecca. I am happy that Mecca blessed this painting, too.

I think I'm onto something. This fits. This makes sense to me. Looks like a strange looking flower, I think I will continue with this thread. I can see the difference in my strokes. Squiggly like Mecca's, playful, childlike but very decisive. There is nothing tentative about them. I have blessed this painting with my whimsy and my big courage, today.