As the light grew,
She used the Ocean to paint
Her emotional body.
I hadn’t planned it, but this moonth I am painting my cycle.
Here we are at the First Quarter, and I wake in the night with Booby Gurl dancing her way across the pages.
I didn’t name her, by the way.
I had tea with a friend
who dubbed her Booby Girl.
I like Booby Gurl better.
Spelling is important,
like Anne with an “e.”
She comes to me in deep watery colors, talking in poetry, of all things, wrapped in words, Susanissima has had her effect
on me, encouraging me to
speak the words of my heart.
She asked the Moon
if she could paint the Ocean
the blues she saw in her dreams.
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Beautiful beyond words, Kate.
Really beautiful! I just came back from my walk and saw the moon in a bright blue, sunny sky – lovely! Valerie
Love all the wonderful blues and blue-greens!
Love your sky and water in this piece.
Thank you all! I love this gurl — been drawing her for years, but never had a name for her.
Viva Booby Gurl! Wow, Katie, so delighted to see you creating thru both art and poetry. Just adore your work, love! ❤
Well Ms S, You gave me a little nudge to speak what I hear in my head when I am painting them!
Amazing imagination. I absolutely am in love with Booby Gurl and your moon phases are fantastic. Blessings, Janet PPF
Thank you JK!
Wonderfully playful. Love the hair!
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I love the woman celebrating the gibbous moon!
My dearest Kate – i SO could have used this series in my 40s through all my auto-immune struggles and perimenopause. They are such powerful images and words. I absolutely love these.
It was all good for me when I lost twins, then found out I could not have children, etc., etc.
Oh, Katie. That is heartbreaking. You must have channeled so much into your art.
It was at the time. I went into a serious depression. Almost exactly nine months later (about the time I would have conceived) I started painting. In between I crocheted blankets.
Oh, this is lovely. Just like shading, spelling is key. And after reading the thread above, I’d like to add: Never underestimate the transformational nature of art. There is something very ancient and folkloric about these paintings.
Thank You Jilanne! I call them my gurls, but really, they are powerful to me.