The gift of allowing emotions in a painting session

by Julie Claire on September 27, 2012

Painting of Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes intuitive process painting is simply about having fun, putting color on a page; sometimes it is more about healing, self expression, or perhaps  an experience of jump-starting creativity.  It’s amazing at how many different experiences we can have when we invite our selves to a blank canvas. It is almost always a process of reclaiming our soul.

Sometimes when we paint, what shows up is a deep emotional experience.

During our collective check in on Wednesday morning, a participant shared that she had been developing  her “voice” and had been for a while— including her singing voice. She shared how her painting from last week– which had a lot to do with singing– was with her all week and how opportunities to “sing” showed up repeatedly during the week.  Her life was on fire. She radiated a sense of emergence when she spoke.

She also shared that she  had no idea what was going to show up today in her painting time but that she was looking forward  to  standing in the unknown, in front of a blank page.  This was only her second Wednesday of intuitive process painting. She was truly in beginner’s mind.

When she started painting, she felt a strong wave of gratitude and began painting words like “thank you” and “yes”…and lines/color…After a little while she felt an energy building in her throat, and she soon realized she was experiencing terror in her throat area, a terror she was feeling fully in the moment, but one that she knows has been with her for  many many years—decades. She allowed herself to feel it, to let the tears come through as she stood in front of her painting.  She let it be, allowing the energy to show itself.

When the tears were done and she was regrouping to paint again she shared with me her experience and how thrilled she was that she could experience that throat energy .that she was able to let it pass through her…that she could “be” with it….that she could be a witness in that way to such emotion and not get stopped or stuck in it.  She continued to paint and to feel joy as she painted.

She finished the painting session by painting into the bottom of the painting, where she saw a yellow creature, full of fun and spirit and adventure.  With a smile on her face and joy shining into the room, she shared with group what had happened and shared the freedom she was experiencing.

I never know what is going to show up  for any individual when we go to paint.  But I see that by showing up we will receive what we are calling in, if we find the ears to listen….

(This experience, as always,  shared with painter’s permission.)

 

 

{ Comments on this entry are closed }

One of my paintings. A unique experience. One that I know if I tried to repeat today would give me a completely different painting.

I think of this one as my thick yellow authentic painting.

Some months ago, I was in my Santa Fe studio and I decided to “go for it” with a painting.  I had no idea what that would mean. What showed up was a desire for an experience that felt committed, real, and unselfconscious.  I found that I needed to try something different with the paintbrushes.  I decided to challenge myself, to leave every stroke as thick as I could imagine, close to its original shape, no blending, no makeovers or big changes even. I just wanted to see what would happen to lay the paint on thick, pure, drippy, uncontrolled, no image in mind, as it would be.

I felt the tension in not allowing myself shift into “pretty” or “like” mode.  It was like translating emotion into strokes. I didn’t want my “personality” to take over and make it “something”.   I painted it in only a couple of hours.  This is what came through.

I know I touched something within me that wouldn’t have seen the light of day without this time, this attention.  And many months later, I still care about it.  It takes me somewhere beyond words.

 

{ Comments on this entry are closed }

Exposing the Painting Process: One Woman’s Painting

July 30, 2012

A process painting takes shape.  This is one woman’s process in a recent “Summer Saturday”.  We painted from 10am to 5pm with a nice lunch break, and lovely conversation and sacred circle. We were a group of five women, all willing to see what would happen if we brought ourselves to the paint and paintbrush. [...]

Read the full article →

April 28, 2012

              Live Bigger I expect struggle. I expect to fall in love and lose you to another. I hold back. I protect. Until now. How can I keep this tenderness back? How can I not share this meeting of the heart? How can I not trust? The wind blows. [...]

Read the full article →

Our Full Moon Ravens’ Nest

April 11, 2012

            Our Full Moon Ravens’ Nest and wet grass, carrying my friend’s book and my cup of green tea to the creek, hoping I have never been here before.

Read the full article →

Tuesday Morning

April 11, 2012

        Tuesday morning Our creek has become a river. It’s April and last year’s bridge has been broken. Wading through knee high water, my life requires me to trust the stronger pull of everything I know to be true. I’m 48 years old and there is nothing to hold onto.

Read the full article →

Process Painting As A Pilgrimage

March 27, 2012

      Martin Rutte took these pictures of his painting in process in last week’s Wednesday morning creativity group. When he sent these pictures to a friend of his, his friend wrote back:  What an amazing chronicle of the creative journey; almost like going on a pilgrimage with you….Thanks for sharing… I love the [...]

Read the full article →

My new word that undoes me, kindness

February 14, 2012

I’ve been really sitting with this word, KINDNESS.  This surprising word  popped up in a meditative moment when I asked myself the question that Oriah Mountain Dreamer puts out in her book, The Call. What is my word, what is suprisingly waiting for me to know and embody?  What brings healing to my almost hidden [...]

Read the full article →

Painting as a way of listening

January 21, 2012

“I have heard it all my life, A voice calling a name I recognized as my own,  Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.  Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.  But always it says:  Wake up my love.  You are walking asleep.  There’s no safety in that!” -Oriah Mountain Dreamer- As I head into [...]

Read the full article →

Even a Monday can feel sacred

January 17, 2012

Since everything is sacred, staying close to what is sacred is a matter of presence and attention more than travel to some secret place Mark Nepo, …Today– I started the day knowing I had a list that would be five pages long, if I actually wrote one, of things that had to be done and [...]

Read the full article →