Here are a few of my works-in-progress from the 'Beauty' workshop (playshop?) series currently underway. It has been creative bliss for me to work alongside such incredible women; muses. My mother. My aunt. My dancing friends. I peer across the table at the beauty that unfolds before them, created by their hands from images embedded in their souls. They paint. From their hands emerge stories delivered directly from their hearts. Stories they may never put words to. But the colors speak. The shapes and forms and skin tones whisper secrets to me. I comprehend this language. I am dazzled, honored, humbled. I offer little more than canvas, paint, a few brushes, some water. We paint. An alchemy descends upon us, transforming the space. We are safe. We laugh. We cry. We share. We hold some words in, maybe just a little longer. Sometimes we say too much. We continue to look toward our inner beauty and finds ways to allow that essence to make itself seen. Paint becomes a fluid, like blood that delivers our true nature to the surface. Together, we witness the beauty.
