A Pilgrim of the Hours – Day 4 of To let the bared soul recall

Intentional Creativity in action! 🙂

Here I left on the Day 3:

My dear cousin who had spent his vacation in Corsica threw „Our Lady of the Snow“ in.

I had to google it. Oh. He had sent me a photo and I found her beautiful but it didn’t speak that much to back then. Now I am intrigued. The cloak is so beautiful!

And when somebody suggested putting some of yesterday’s mist onto the canvas, I got some white paint on the palette and ‚followed the brush‘. I told my brush to search her in my painting. And the brush found our Lady of the Snow:

A Woman made of mist. Seen but not fully grasped. Sheltering what or who she is holding to her breast. Milky lines radiate out – she nourishes with fresh cold winter air.

A song from a-ha comes to my mind, ‚Stay on these Roads‘, with the line: „Cold has a voice. It talks to me.“

But this cold is comforting.

Love helps me stir the boat of My life through the mists.

I always loved mist. Especially the one who turns the sun into a big white ball, that you can look at without hurting the eyes. Oh. This painting will need a white sun tomorrow.

After paiting in the warming sunlight of mid afternoon, I return at vespers time, dusk turned into darkness: „From henceforth all generations shall call me blessed“.

Day 3 of To let the bared soul recall…

Intentional Creativity in action! 😉

Here I left yesterday. Feeling ambivalent. I am ready for christmas and light and peace and oh Glory and I get this mess?

Hm. I had tried to lighten everything up and bring some positive vibe into the painting when I chose that yellowish colour. But yellow can be just as messy as black and a stained heart.

In the morning I pray the prayer of dawn by looking at this, letting it in.

In the late afternoon I sit down again. Milky mist at my right side soon to turn into a black darkness. So much darkness.

A friend suggests: „Phthalo blue“.

Yay! One of my favourite colours. The blue note of darkness. I didn’t know whether I saw boats or birds but the passing of the day has solved this problem: I am sure I want boats. I am going to do them in phthalo blue. The barques of midnight darkness I murmur and these words ruminate in my mind. What do they carry? Where do they swim? Where come from, where go to? Maybe they are flying. I love the idea of flying boats. Phthalo blue is the blue of darkness. The good darkness, the one that stills the thirst.

My dear Cousin asks for a star on a thin line:

Another Intentional Creativity teacher suggests a daisy for innocence:

Oh, I got problems with the daisy. I want a really big one. Like a mast on the boat. Try sketching it in in charcoal. Oh no. Not good. Here? No. There? No. I put away the charcoal. It is going to be a little daisy, falling down onto a boat. so the symbol for innocence will be very small on my painting. Why, I wonder? Innocence never was a word that resonated. It was a word that I rejected, would not fit in my world. Do I paint the daisy small because I reject it again.

Maybe I do not really know what innocence means, only assume that I know. Ah. I take that with me. What means innocence to me? I will sleep over this and know something new about myself tomorrow.

The End of Day 3:

The black owner of worlddominionship grants me to leave:

Day 2 of To let the bared soul recall

Intentional Creativity in action… 😉

I am an early riser.

I may go to the easel for just 10 minutes because I have to leave for my job early. But these are precious 10 minutes. Today I found the white canvas from yesternights compline hour and read through your comments. And looking at the white and let ideas abound is my Laudes, prayer at dawn.

Oh. You wrote: Stars. Light and darkness. A light heart. A red heart with a wooden angel. Oh. Thank you, my friends!

In Intentional Creativity we start with an inquiry, which is the signpost of the path. To find out something – about my Self – too un-hide and bring to light the knowledge of the eternal soul I need an inquiry and I need to return to the inquiry now and then. To remember where I come from to remember where I am going. To consciously decide when to stroll away… 😉 Coming home from work I hurry to the easel and work as my sacred pause at a little late Sext, noon time:

The Inquiry is the light on a path that seems to be going into the darkness of not-yet-knowing – so I paint it on my canvas as my light:

And here comes the darkness. It is flowing, dripping, and it is blessed by my water from the spray bottle. At this moment in my life I am not afraid of the dark, I long for its stillness instead. Are these boats that carry me somewhere? Boats of darkness and stillness:

My very own heart, too often too small to bear all my feelings is the guide on the journey. I quickly paint at teatime, Non, afternoon time.

Enter the red heart, full of good earthy feelings like passion:

Oh? Where did the light heart go? And a wooden angel in the heart. An earthly angel? Or a figurine without life?

Marks for my sisters and friends that always witness me and encourage me when I need it. Can’t be bad times when I have such friends.

And stars. No sky without stars.

Now the night begins, compline fulfilled and darkness and stillness and this is the canvas after Day 2 of a journey in Intentional Creativity:

Good night and be blessed.

To let my bared soul recall…

Some weeks ago I woke up even though I wasn’t asleep. It was noon. I had just come home to the usual hurry of cooking lunch, looking after homework, cleaning house, walking dog, checking social media and then, only then, painting. Life was loud and I enjoyed it but I needed a pause. A sacred pause. I made me a coffee and went upstairs in my soon to be studio and sat down and looked around. Still so much to do. Still no easel, canvas and neither paint nor brushes. A room looking quite empty with only some leftover clutter.

I went down and got me what I needed. But the room kept its vibe of empty. And while putting down dots I had the idea of this challenge of painting on an advent inquiry to my soul. I have never ever finished a challenge. Am I going to? Not alone. It has to be joyful and playful but a demand on self discipline and life story interpretation would be good for me, too. Okay. Some pondering and here is my first challenge that I am going to finish.

My personal advent challenge: To paint daily 🎨to prepare my Self for the return of the Light. ☄Intentional Creativity in action.
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While I love silence and inner talk with my Muse, my Muse and me also love friends and connection and play. 💛💛💛Would you play with me?💛💛💛
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Here are the rules of the game:
1. ❄Tell me what to put on my canvas. A mark, a colour, a special form or shape. Three long lines? Very well! What? A lion? Ah, I’ll do just an outline of a lioness, or just a paw! (Or a tooth?)
2. ❄I’ll spent my sacred pauses of the day painting and will do as many suggestions of you as possible. But only in a way I want it.
3. ❄I’ll tell you what meaning I find on my canvas, translating your suggestion into some answer: „To let the bared soul recall what it knows beneath its fear of the dark“ (Gayle Boss) And 🤔😏😊🤗 I’ll show you how I painted what you suggested.
4. ❄I can add whatever I want on my canvas.

I hope you do not leave me alone this advent! 🤗🌲⭐🎄💛

Here to come all the progress pics and snippets of my life stories:

Day 1 ⭐

Day 1 – Time of Compline – Dec 1st 2019