A guided meditation from Sunday’s seminar resonates: It was about the element “Earth” in TCM – this feeling of concrete “being here”; this feeling of “I-am”. I had a rough time with it and it still occupies me today – two days later – very much. The image of a cell comes to my mind, the smallest building block of our body. Just as we humans are each a building block for the entire human organism.
So an organic line is formed – the membrane, comparable to our skin. The skin does both: It separates us from others and makes us appear as a single being. At the same time, it can open and close and determine how permeable it is. I feel it’s brave to define such a continuous brushstroke for it. How nice that you can simply try out so many things on paper. So I’m going to be brave today. Am I allowed to be this “closed” even in contact with others? And not only when the front door of my home locks behind me?
I may define a color for me – my “I am”. And at the same time also put all other colors into it as facets, which mix and connect with the basic color.
The space in between is allowed to be airy – a white mixed with a little blue. Stroked out with a brush to suggest the air movements in the in-between. The contact areas with the other cells vary in size and are obviously in motion. What is exciting is that all the cells have clear boundaries. It feels very unfamiliar. I resist all impulses to mess around with the boundaries for too long and make them more transparent. There are sometimes delicate transitions and yet the boundaries are allowed to remain defined.
As I lay the painting down, I ask myself if I have been drawing my family: Three female cells and two males. A blank space remains at the right edge of the picture. If the picture were in the landscape format, then I could place here still another third male cell. In this way, however, it is absent and that is also quite coherent.
