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FROM THE INSIDE OUT

Solitude's Palette

11/5/2017

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Solitude's Palette
Solitude's Palette / 18" x 36" / acrylic paint on canvas / 08.28.2017


There is a space and time that exists only before the first rays of the rising sun can be felt and seen.  This is when I wake.  It is the pause before the world starts to stir.  It is the pause in which what has come in the blanket of the night begins to turn and retreat into the richness of the shadows.  It is the space  before the stillness has been broken.  This is when I most fully know myself.  This is when I am most able to hear, see and touch my soul.  This is when I consciously engage in communion with the source of my existence.

Prior to August of this year, I had experienced a period of time with a multitude of major life transitions.  Throughout this period much of who I had known myself to be was called into question.  The voice of my Mother as she prepared to leave this earthly plane formed swirling eddies out of what had  been flowing rivers in my identity and psyche.  Her words and thoughts of who I was or was not swirled with all of the other changes that had so recently occurred. I found myself struggling to hold on to who I had conceived and believed myself to be.  Time and life continued to move in an erratic and previously unknown way over the next six months.  There was no "normal".  There was no getting back to "normal".  Normal would never again be what normal once was.  


​I found myself and my identity being furthered called into question by the relationship that I had begun ten months prior to my Mother's passing.  The truth is that I was not who I had been before.  The truth is I was exhausted; physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  I needed time.  I needed space to sit with the parts of me that remained.  I needed time to grieve the loss of the parts of me that no longer knew their own name.  I needed to enter the silence and sort through the rubble.  When asked to prove that I was still who I once had proclaimed myself to be; I could not, for I was not.  The relationship ended and I began. 

In those early morning hours, before the light reveals the day, I began the long walk home.  Who was I when I was stripped bare?  Who was I when I turned off the cacophony of sound, stimulus and opinions of the world and those who believed that they knew me?  Who was I when I stood naked in the mirror and saw myself through my own eyes and the eyes of my Creator?  Could I dissolve my own entrapment?  Could I set myself free and welcome the form that I would take?  In solitude, could I reach into myself and find my truth, my beauty and my soul?  


​In the solitude I found myself to be spiritually pregnant.  Once again I began to hear that music, the hidden song  that my soul was revealing.   A deep and lavish richness is gathering within me and within my hands.  It is from this palette that I shall paint.

In Gratitude, Love & Art,
​~Heather


Solitude's Palette (detail)
Solitude's Palette (detail)

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  • HOME
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    • Contact
  • Painting
    • Resting In Beauty
    • Naked: The Art of Exposure
    • Interstice
    • Lover
    • Initiations & Transformations
    • Dreams of Flying
  • Photography
    • Vision Shift >
      • Portals and Transits
      • Of Mists and Moods
      • Up Close and Personal
      • From the Outside
      • Reflections and Shadows
      • On the Edge of Sky and Water
      • The Language of Rivers
      • Around the Arbor
      • Series
    • HindSight Project >
      • Louisiana
      • Italy
      • New Mexico
      • Peru
      • Maine
    • Time for a Change >
      • Creatures Great & Small
      • Here, There & Everywhere
      • The Beauty of Growing Things
  • Collage / Mixed Media
    • Memento Mori >
      • From the Dust of Stars
      • The Other Side
    • The Tarot Project
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    • Muse Speak
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