What are you really saying? Forcing the answer, making it fit within real-time practicalities lessens the meaning which can only be expressed wordlessly, through touch and sight.
The "little voice" in my head is quiet as I paint - putting brush to canvas - the colors and forms speak for me. No need for explanation. Isn't the process enough? But of course not! So I write an invitation to join me at play so you too can join the dance, the journey within. So you too can feel transformed through stream of consciousness being-ness, relaxing your tight hold on reality as you slip into something more comfortable...more perilous?
Can 'ArtSpeak' explain it? Can you? Can I?
I can give you the moment before creation, captured in words, but then wordless-ness takes over, and the moment just is...as words leave me, and colour, line, form, expression, movement, take over.
The softness almost unbearable. A need for sharp, dark, angst - to plunge into the depths beneath the beneath, where breathing no longer exists.
Musical Ambience: Sade ~ "Best of Sade", Rose Chronicles ~ "Dead and Gone to Heaven", Tori Amos ~ "Scarlet's Walk".