I get it
I'm going to write from here, from my experience, because that's what I've got to work with.
I'm in process.
and loving it.
and hating it!
I began to paint myself about three weeks ago.
I needed to add another sheet of paper to give myself room to be a full standing figure.
Imagine that, life needs more space to show up!
22x40 just isn't enough, right now.
So, I began another.
and try as I might, to fit the painting onto a full sheet,
I needed more space, again.
I hate to have to keep adding paper to my paintings to give them the room they need!
I don't like folding them up to lay on the growing pile of finished paintings.
I'd rather have this all neat and tidy.
so, that's process painting.
and that's life.
I'm not in control.
I may not always like it, that's no longer the point.
In fact, I am beginning to develop an awareness that holds the whole, as the painting holds the whole; the doubt, the discomfort, the pleasure, the interest, the fascination, the judgement all have room to come, be felt and pass...
And did I mention I am learning kindness through this process?