My Story Begins with Insight

Showing, not telling. This is me sharing my story , painting by painting.

I am. That is for sure. I have always been, and will always be. So there you have it.

This post is all about a painting I made in 2012. And it has dawned on me the past few years what it is really about. So here´s the story about how it came to be.

INSIGHT

She had to paint.

The weather was really, really hot as she felt the pull towards the colours and the canvas. The painting pants and the water was ready in a flash!

The sun had been burning all day, the icecream was finished and the five kids were watching children´s show on the telly. A break from it all was what she needed.

Grass was starting to get dewey in the early evening in Norway at this time of summer, and the trains were not running anymore that sunny Sunday. Silence was her friend.

A friend came in his car. He was nice and asked what this painting was all about as he didn´t understand it at all. She said she didn´t know. Which actually was the truth. She had no idea. Yet.

The pull was stronger than the pull had ever been, and the speed of the colours coming to the canvas higher too. She felt it was imperative to do it quickly and the thoughts were absent. Totally.

Colours dried up before the painting was done, and the surroundings disappeared from her vision as the canvas was filling up. The water ran down the easel, the hands moved rapidly as the feet was apparently hovering above the lawn as the colours hit the canvas. Pressed onto it and over it all. Swiftly and unnoticably.

There were a few people, but she didn´t see them.

It was a grand feeling of completion, emptiness even, as the palette knives, the brushes and the painting were resting in water after what seemed like a speedy outdoor session of acrylic painting! A whole hour it ad been since she began, and it hadn´t been a minute even since she put her painting pants on!! She felt absolutely amazing, connected and yet distant. The world was indeed colourful as she talked with her friend about what it was on the canvas, that she still didn’t fathom.

Her toes got wet in the grass as the title came to her ear. From invisible source. Insight. She wrote it on the back of the canvas immediately!

Now, twelve years later, she, aka SÏRÏ, or rather I, know what happened and what I painted. What I did, and what came through. I know the impression this acrylic has had on me and on its audience, being 1 by 1 meter big. I know. The Insight I have had along the way is what my future self was channelling through to me!

As my Soul knows and has known all along.

What Insight(s) do you gain from looking at this painting?

Thank you for reading!

I hope you look forward to the next part of my story! I do!

SÏRÏ