Acrylic on canvas – 12 x 12 inch – Unique work

I feel—today, and so much more than yesterday…

The fire within me rises as I barely open my eyes. I am still half-asleep; it courses through my body, stirring into action. Then the thoughts follow… I start organizing my day in my head. Stop! No way…

I get up and decide to let things unfold naturally. I move from one activity to another without any premeditation. And as if by magic, everything gets done with ease and speed. What time is it? Is that all?! Yes, time is relative—and it’s always on our side.

I have several exhibitions to prepare and so many details to manage. I make lists, I write things down, I cross them off. And yet, there is so much to consider: drying delays, packaging, inspiration, and the cold and dampness creeping into the house and slowing down the schedule.

And here I am, writing these few lines to go along with this vibrant, colorful painting. It features two of my absolute favorite colors: orange and purple. Though green is missing!

There is a sense of perpetual motion—the movement of life, of breathing, of passing time, and of the teaspoon stirring a hot blend of lemon, cinnamon, fresh ginger, turmeric, and honey. Playing in the background is an album by Etienne Daho—my favorite singer, who is never far away. All that’s missing now is a roaring fire in the stove; that will have to wait a few more weeks.

I’m starting to get hungry, so I’m going to make myself a nice lunch; then, this afternoon, I’ll be varnishing the new paintings. It’s all in the schedule—the goal is not to get overwhelmed, but to keep making steady progress well in advance to avoid any panic.

And always that perpetual motion, those blazing colors, that heart beating—hard, so hard; fast, so fast—never stopping. Yet, when I gaze at the painting, I feel calmer, soothed, serene, still. Is it the color? The form? Whatever; it makes my soul feel good. And when it finds its new home, it will carry on the mission I set in motion—without its knowledge—with my brushes, palette knives, and pigments. It took a great deal of thought, a dash of inspiration, the ability to let go, and, inevitably, trust and joy.

… Like being over the moon!