There are many things in nature that can make us feel insignificant and irrelevant. A furiously boiling ocean is one of them. The other day, I felt this overpowering need to capture a feeling of joyful surrender. What sprang immediately to mind was the ocean swirling about, tossing waves and spraying drops hither and thither.
Surrendering to me means going with the flow, giving up control, to stop wrestling, and enter a state of acceptance. That's a lot easier to say than to do.
I have been struggling for awhile now trying to figure out which direction to take with my painting. Recently, at a gathering of fellow pastelists in New Mexico, I took the opportunity to explore not just new techniques and methods, but to go deep inside and figure out what was missing from my creative life. The beginning of my personal revelation was this painting that I have titled "Surrender." Because I finally surrendered. I went with the flow, expressed my heart, and have found my path. I don't yet know where it will lead. It's scary, terrifying, exhilarating, and at the same time, peaceful.
If you're attracted to this painting, what is it that you find so compelling? What feelings does it evoke for you? If you were to title this painting, what would you call it and why?