time to change



Father John Misty Holy Shit




quiet weather, a hint of Autumn in the evening and early morning, pleasant nonetheless; after almost 4 weeks holiday I 'm due back in the office tomorrow; September will be strange, not least because I'll be working different days than I normally do, the weirdest part is it's going to be my last one for the firm; October sees our department moving away to a call-centre a long way away, and I'm not moving with them! Hurray, I say, as I have landed a job much closer to home, reducing my commute to a mere 15 min bicycle ride in part through the woods, cause for much relief on my part. Suddenly it all happened so fast, after months of agony (I exagerate) and not being able to make a decision concerning my future, during the holiday one thing became absolutely clear: no way was I going to travel that far 3 days a week. What then? At a party Sunday a week ago I spoke to a friend of a friend who was looking for someone to share her job with, we both wanted a part time position, she contacted her boss on Monday, he sent me an email, I replied, we set a date for the job interview, spoke with each other on Thursday early afternoon, by 4pm he rang to welcome me on board! Looking forward to a change in my career, the office part of the week that is. As the rest of my life remains much the same: walks with Django, family and studio life will most likely continue as before. A small series of watercolours came to life last night, looking back I see they are all to do with (meditating upon) change......




meditation
dancing figures, groovy moves - or so they imagine - hips thrusting back and forth, into empty space; twirling nimble limbs, whilst hands flap & clap, there's some whooping as they turn away and then towards one another, catching glimpses of each other's eye, the darting glance, are we connected yet? almost but never quite touching, groping gestures disguised as striking poses; a ritual performance lasting into the early hours, hoping encounters will entail, suddenly fearing the longing will be met, dreading the aftermath

transformation, finding one's identity, as if that's something lying about waiting to be found

dead hare

reflection 2, is that really me I see, how do others view me?

metamorphosis * the hare becoming human or was it the other way round, who knows together they could become a new being altogether

reflection 1, then again, perhaps it's a mating ritual

hare dreaming of becoming a ballerina

ran out of paper, continued on cardboard back
almost always several projects on the go, so no matter how small the workable workspace is I manage to squeeze in yet another one, a result of my tendency to have stuff lying on every available surface, so I don't forget about stuff......



namasté

Comments

Mo Crow said…
as my old friend Pete Webb (plant guru extraordinaire) said many years ago "spirit likes to see us dance on the shifting sands of change" and you dance beautifully (((Saskia)))!
Liz A said…
How wonderful to hear this news of your new work situation ... and what a great series of water colors!
this burst of painting....so ALIVE, must portend of a high Vibration
that will carry the changes into the Next....
Saskia said…
Hi Mo dancing seems to be working well for mind, body and spirit....I should do it more of ten. Must go and check out Pete Webb.
Saskia said…
Thanks Liz, such a relief. The brush was generous.
Saskia said…
I painted kind of sub-consciously Grace. Trying to let it happen
Ms. said…
Oh my my, Thank you for Father John Misty !!! Great news about the new job and how ell it fits. Nine times thanks for meditations on being and "Namaste" right back at'cha you beautiful being you. In return, here is my friend Devadas project...many friends participated, and I'm in there too: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBQ2s
susan hemann said…
love your paintings! they are very surreal, dreamlike.
Melanie said…
Hello Saskia
Lovely, interesting paintings.
Congratulations on the job change! Wish I had a studio like yours!

Did you receive my photos of GreenBirdie and my eclipse small pillow? GreenBirdie is happy on my fireplace mantle amidst nature finds and other small treasures. I love reading your posts.
Best wishes,
Melanie
Nancy said…
Love these happy paintings! So glad the job part of your life worked out so well. Saw a long dead wild rabbit on my recent desert walk. I took a pic, thinking of you! (((hugs)))
Mo Crow said…
Pete Webb & Bel Cesar are partners in the healing centre Vida de Clara Luz in Sao Paulo, Brazil. H
ere's a link to his facebook page as their website is under reconstruction
https://www.facebook.com/peter.webb.1428
Dana said…
I love the motion and flow of your metamorphic paintings! Congratulations on an equally flowing transition at work.
Saskia said…
isn't he just great Michelle, I just keep on listening to his music, like a school girl with a crush; your link doesn't seem to be working....

thank you Susan

hi Melanie, glad to know he made it; yes, I did receive your photo's of your pillow, but not of Green Birdie

now I am happy Nancy!

thanks for the link Mo, I notice he lives in Brasil (is he Brazilian?) I travelled there on my own many years ago, god I loved the people and the country....

everything seems to be in flux these days Dana, almost as if I'm reinventing self


Anonymous said…
my younger son just saw Father John Misty at Red Rocks, Colorado! I adore your watercolors... they capture your storytelling and inquisitive nature. very moving.
Saskia said…
oh wow Dee, he was very fortunate, I would like to see him (FJM) live as well, although dread the idea of being in such a mass of people.....thanks for liking them, I love the speed with which I'm able to make them as opposed to stitching; all 'bout balancing yin & yang I guess

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