"She Who Sings Her Song" 30x40 inch acrylic painting on stretched canvas
- 30x40 inch canvas (ready to hang, 1 inch painted edges)
- acrylic paint
- painted in 2015
- if interested please contact me through email at email@example.com
- price does not include shipping
- currently hung at Dragonfly Crystals in Rothesay, NB
When I paint I paint intuitively, I do not begin with a clear idea. I let who ever wants to appear on the canvas appear and listen to the message they carry for me. They may have an entirely different message or feeling for you, and that is what I love about creating. Below are the messages and intentions that came up for me while working on "She Who Sings Her Song".
. My beginning intention with “She Who Sings Her Song” was ‘to find my inner wild self, those places blocked off, and open them. ‘When I began the painting I was inspired by Clarissa Pinkola Estes book Women Who Run with the Wolves.
Her hair blowing in the wind, the full moon behind her-grandmother moon, with her feminine wisdom and stories. The pine tree in the background, which can see for miles all around. Her wild essence escaping from her to sing, and play in the moonlight. Freedom to be herself. Her heart fire lit, a message of you are home, you are right where you belong, from inside her heart.
Throughout the process I spend much time and love listening to their messages. Here is a letter from her I received during the process of painting:
Come take a walk with me barefoot through the trails. I will guide you. You have been lost for a while now, going in circles-your feet are cut-let me heal them for you.
You have forgotten your senses-your deeper senses to really see, really hear, really touch, taste, smell and listen to your heart.
Tune in-play in life, be inquisitive, don’t be afraid. Walk tall and speak your heart. Sing your heart!
You may lose some-but then they were never really yours to begin with.
Create your own land of merriment, howl at the moon, set yourself free, feel your hair blow wildly in the wind-collect your bones, you are whole.
Climb the trees-smell the air-breathe deeply-be feral.
What is behind the door of my heart? The door is warm, there is a circle of woman, waiting for you. They want you to know you can do this, step through the threshold to the wildness, you are home.