I have been hanging by an invisible thread of making art. I am not an artist so I have given myself permission to make bad art. It calms my mind as my hands take over doodling, coloring, taping, cutting - without any purpose or goal. It is surprising how grounding it is and makes me feel connected to one of Suvo’s big loves in life. And Diya is teaching me techniques and sharing her art supplies and Suvo’s too. So we have decided that we will make one piece of tiny art everyday for 365 days and then make a reel. Let’s see how far we can take it. I have promised myself that if it becomes stressful instead of fun, I will stop it. I will not let my goal fixation and streak obsession take this tender refuge away from me.
So today I put some washi tape randomly on a paper and then totally ignored its boundaries and let my hand scribble away. It was such a release, like breaking all the rules that bear no power on us but we follow anyway.
There is a beautiful art practice in Japan called Kintsugi. If a precious pottery breaks they glue it back together and paint it with gold. The break and the reconstruction becomes part of its story, its heritage. Suvo has done this for several of our broken China that we collected from our travels or memorable gifts. The above picture that emerged after I removed the washi tape reminds me of that.
