This time, three weeks from now, I will be on a plane to Japan.
Returning to the land of the rising sun.
The land of green tea and cherry blossoms red maple leaves and bamboo butterflies cold soba and hot sake woodblock prints and Astro Boy painted ladies and paper lanterns tatami and tofu miso and matcha ponds and pondering singing cicadas and wind-up birds...
My Peace Lily plant has bloomed once again, only this year, for the first time ever, it has two beautifully shaped white flowers.
I'll hold on tightly to the symbolism...to my interpretation. I am open to interpretation.
I am the space between. The 'i' between the L's. Tom Waits sings In Between Love. I am in between. A rock and a hard place? No! In between a great place and a potentially wonderful one.
I am just as nervous as I am excited about Japan. I can already see my work evolving in relation to emotion and potential experience. I am trying to figure out what I am going to take with me, in regards to art materials, or whether it is best to start from scratch once I am over there. I am envisaging a lot of works on paper.
As I sat painting on Tuesday morning my partner sat writing. It is nice to see him getting back into his world of words; his passion.
He wrote as he watched me paint and listened to me asking myself questions, at times directing them his way, not necessarily expecting any answers.
His response came in the form of prose as he read this to me...
She is painting Mixing colours Will I have pink lips or red lips? Questions like these are such a pleasure On a hot day In January Of course I don’t answer Straight away Give it time My old head tells me No sense jumping into anything No sense making a mess Of such a beautiful day
Well… Are those ones pink? I point to a completed piece Yes… With a hint of disbelief Can’t you tell?
I ended up going with pink, but I am still not entirely sure they will stay that colour. They may change yet.
I dyed my hair black this morning, in order to closer resemble my image on canvas, well, partly...and partly because I enjoy having black hair. I have dyed it on a regular basis since the age of 14.
I was born with a mop of jet black hair, but it all fell out, then grew back much fairer.
I think I am happier with black hair. Now I just have to decide on the lips.
I did not fulfill my hope of painting for the best part of the day yesterday, the first of 2007. However, I am making up for it today, and as I realise just how quickly departure date is approaching, I am entering into a 'mild(?)' state of panic mode, which may become more and more chaotic and intense in the coming weeks.