I started this journey an innocent, seeking guidance on how to be a better painter. I had no experience of academia and no particular expectations regarding outcome.
So what has happened?
I have been led into a world of wonder. Woken from a deep sleep, after a lifetime of just getting by, to find exciting, challenging, thought provoking ideas wherever I look, whenever I listen. Learnings are piling in, like grains in a jar, each one jostling, making way for the next, and yet my jar is never full. I am guided by intuition and the benefit of age, to follow clues, to dig deeper, to trust the process.
Immersion has taken it’s toll. My head and shoulders feel detached from my body, travelling too fast for my legs to keep up. Cobwebs billow in the draughts, noticed but patient. Shopping is undone.
All of this of no consequence compared to the discoveries, the ‘got it’ moments, as my truth is slowly revealed to me. As Michelangelo said ‘I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.’ I am just beginning to ‘carve’.
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