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I have on occasion attempted to practice meditation. I must admit that I am not sure what I am supposed to be doing and I am not convinced on what I am supposed to feel. That is until I did this painting. I remember how the radio in the background disturbed me and I had to shut it off because all I was tuned to for the duration of this work was the sound of the brush with the creamy oily mixture of paynes grey,yellow ochre and violet. There was no thought only sound and movement the building dictated my stoping and starting-my rythm really.


omshanti08 said…
My friend...not only were you meditating, but you were in full Yoga.
Good work, I felt it.

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