A large antique rose hued ovoid defines my 61+ years’ past. Subtle changes occur as new wafer-thin memories settle in layers, one upon another.
Arrogance, discourtesy, and challenging behaviours of others incessantly stain the past. In time, angry bruises fade to blotches, finally morphing into smirches and dots.
Emotions, beliefs, and self-recriminations jostle in gentle stewing ere burgeoning into recollections, reminders, remembrances.
Silent brain-wringing turmoil.
Above an etheric pale grey-blue future floats – seemingly innocuous – yet ominously waiting.
A paper-white, irregular circle pierces both rose and blue: authenticity within the calm of the present.
I considered presenting a blank sheet. After all how do you paint something unseen? Weightlessness came to mind, such a heavy word to describe something ethereal; unseen, lighter than a feather.
My imaginings are viewed through a water element induced feelings lens. Increasingly with age, earthbound gravity anchors me as I am dragged along the ground like a hot air balloon basket being divested of collected paraphernalia. It doesn’t seem to matter how much is discarded I just can’t seem to get my carcass of the earth.
Both versions of the abstract watercolour are posted here.
The first feels heavy, constrained, forced, and overworked.
I am happier with second version.
I was aiming for:
Purple for spirit, and I believe, evolved thought
Yellow for the air element, in my view also sunny hope filled optimism
Blue resonates for me as free limitless sky high thinking
While white space represents light and calm
A decade or two ago, I was fascinated by people who read a book while completing gym based cardiovascular training. In contrast, I felt like I was soaring as I listened to dance music. The beats, sounds, and crescendoing voices motivating my body to pump and work harder to lift me higher and higher.
Nowadays, finding the music in the gym too loud, I can’t be bothered to try to compete with my earbuds. Dialling up the volume sets off my tinnitus. I can complete forty minutes’ exercise in the aerobic heartbeat zone while reading a book on my phone. It works on the reclined bike, elliptical trainer, and treadmill.
There were three trees in the backyard when we moved in almost one year ago. The tree fern was already dead, the pine tree quickly followed, and the ficus-like one above had been heavily pruned. For the past couple of weeks bees have been busily collecting from clusters of creamy white flowers. The humming sound and being showered with pollen while sitting at the table below has been a rare treat.
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