I’ve been bathing in this state of creation over the last few months. After all, I am carrying twin boys. Their tiny forms are growing and changing with each passing day, safely tucked within my womb. My body is busy — busy beyond what I am aware of, although I get glimpses of its sense of busy when feel the immense heft of exhaustion lean fully into me. This is such a sweet time. A trying time at times, too. These two beautiful beings have chosen me to carry them; our bodies nestled amongst one another, slowly getting to know one another. It’s beautiful and powerful and exhausting and exquisite in subtle and profound ways.
It’s also been beautiful to paint during this time. Although work has not been prolific and quickly-built, it has been slow and intentional. Because my energy is not that of a rocketship careening skywards, I have had to slowly dole it out and pick which focus gets the most energy for the day. A painting is a slow process with plenty of spaciousness. What may have been sped through previously, is now given the space to breathe and consider. With this, the process feels drawn out, but carries a different flow to it.
I’ll be interested to see what type of work comes out of this time. This sweet time while I am creating — from within and without.