A century gone by
how still my breath remains
just for a moment.
This is one way that I would describe the elusive process of making art. Sometimes I hold my breath, sometimes it feels like just a few minutes have gone by but it will be hours.
Now that I read it again, there also seems to be a reference to my grandmother who would have turned 104 today. She passed away 4 months ago after several challenging months. She was an inspiration to everyone she met, and still is to me. I miss her.
I recently took my first encaustic class and made the image below. Even though I didn't quite finish it, and it was an experimental learning process, I really enjoyed the process of working with hot wax as well as the old photo of my grandmother, a letter, and her driver's license from 1924.
Today's daily prompt:
When you are in the process of creating your work, how do you feel? What is your experience (mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally)? Write a Haiku to capture and express this often elusive process.