Lately I've been painting words into my pictures, like there is a personal philosophy behind their intention. It slows me down. I have to be in sync with the process of writing, instead of painting. But then the writing becomes the painting. The process starts to puts me in a peaceful space, aware and thoughtful. It's hard to meditate, at least in the traditional sense, but when I paint words, I would have to say it brings me to a space where there is balance. Painting words doesn't give me things, it takes them away; anger, denial, bitterness, fear, anxiety.
Sometimes they're poems, sometimes they're single words, and sometimes they're systems of words and phrases. They aren't planned. They connect with the paint.
My sister died last September. She was 58 and had lived her life with cancer for 17 years. Hero, courage, passion, drive, calm, love. Painting words allows me to slow down.