Realizing that loss and death have been in one way or another underpinning much of my making. Not as a site of dwelling, but I guess as a means to discuss, express, sit with… sadness, ache, hurt… as part of a vibrant celebratory circle. Life I guess.
…magenta and the presence born of absence, relating primarily to the loss of my mom, but also Ben and Carrie around the same years, and now within a pandemic, there is so much loss around the around as I dive into cyan and greens. There are no longer any blood elders in my family, no grandparents, no mother. And a major teacher, Kathleen Hermesdorf, is in the process of letting go… she’s still teaching along the way.
… I know the next process is Ink/UltraBlack. Darkness. Solace. Restoration.