layers layers everywhere

Hi! I hope you'll like some of what I'm sharing. However pale, strange, raw.

The warrior isn't killing people. He is dancing.

Sat down to explore the deformed child from the last post thinking: "Ok, I better face it." Drew with my left hand to start from a far, and I am showing you the images that appeared. I guess the lonely child was hiding. It can't hide forever. This is so interesting.

the rainbow diary

Needed a new diary, and this one became it. The note below says, that I bought it on the 5th of January and when I walked out of the store, there was an amazing double rainbow.

Things have been very gay ever since : )

Yesterday evening, sat down to doodle with our organic tools together with Rumi. Drew with my left hand for an ultra organic feel. Here is a self portrait. Some personages I can't share, but dumb me-not a problem.

Then this morning, escaped the house to explore the place where stories come from. The door had been shut for quite some time. Because sad things emerge, or such that your mind doesn't approve of.  I think it will take some turning of the soil. Some getting into. And bravery to meet persistent characters like the one below. If I make a story about her, will she disappear from my psyche? Probably not.

Since I spend a lot of time in the kitchen...

When I opened the doors,  what was the first thing I saw? The baby tree.

Sorry if you find this gross. It wasn't meant to be.

More sad stuff. A blurry picture, but you get the idea.

Story making sketches.

And finally a few happier situations.

I don't know if posting here again is a mistake. I really don't.

forgiveness needed; weakness=strength=weakness=strength

We sometimes think that just because we have lived longer we know better than our children. Tonight, I observed the falseness of this assumption. My daughter had to cry long enough for me to see, that her way was healthier. I need to be learning from her. From me she can learn how not to be. What a humbling experience. I am grateful I got to see this. (However ashamed, when thinking how long it took me to realize it.)

Every incident is in fact a great revelation for both of us. An opportunity to see and understand as the conflict ‘blooms’. I presented things as black and white in the beginning, but in a rich situation problematic streams come to the surface from all sides. Actually, it is one inseparable happening.

Here is what we did. One hour after the conflict, when she was calm, I drew for her on three pieces of paper all my arguments and invited her to listen and object. She just cried. At the end I realized that my arguments were much lighter than her conviction to listen to her heart. I asked her to wake me sooner next time, and she said she would.

The cold meant crisp skies and beautiful pink clouds. (Which you don't see much of in this picture, but...)

 A tea bag is light. But six are surprisingly heavy.

 Objects for drawing.

These two teach me how to be here. They are warm, alive and often funny.

unwind

In love with this pink. And light.

Tiny bit of it in a different environment.

Watching the shadow of my bike and thinking about drawing, silhouettes, projections and sunshine.

Sorry if the reflections bother you. I like them.

The piece with the many birds inspired me to draw, but I didn't find a quiet moment that day.

Today Zachary sat next to me and drew with organic 'tools'. Different twigs. "Wow, you have very little control." Earlier in the week I was reminded of the beautifully diverse, alive and interesting marks these make.

First snow of the year here. Today.

The drawing board continues to be an interesting place. These are just a few shots I happened to take.

I colored Zachary's drawings.

Is this one too angry and messy? Probably. Can it stay though?

Thank you for looking at our doodles. I think that free drawing is good for us (everyone, people). It feels so good to unwind. Good morning.