This morning I picked Öznur.
This inspiration brought up a lot of sadness and grief in me today, with the feeling of being able to hold the space for it and stand with it, even it is painful.
No idea, if Öznur wanted to express any of this, but it moved me all day.
When I thought the painting was finished, I cleaned the brushes and wanted to leave – but something pulled me back, and I started to paint again, without looking to the orignal inspiration again. After feeling finished again, the picture s much lighter. Oh, how I love these moments, when this happens!
My first “finished” painting:
and after the brushes pulled me back:
Thank you, Öznur!
<3 susanne