So, as you may or may not know, I am, among other pursuits, a painter. I paint mostly abstracts, and one of my current projects has been a series of chakra paintings. This has been a longstanding project, because I am only working on them as I feel moved, spiritually speaking, to do so. Generally this means that as I am working with a certain chakra, or have made some breakthrough with it, a painting gets made.
I have four out of the traditional seven chakras painted (my original plan was to do the seven; if I feel compelled to move beyond – some systems speak of even more chakras being in existence – I will do so). The last one I completed was of the heart chakra:
Currently, I am working with my second chakra. And when I say, “working with,” I mean smashing through blockages with the proverbial sledgehammer. Plowing into it headfirst. Crashing through it. There is no gentle way of expressing what it is that I am doing. Every time I have tried to put it into words, it is some destructive act that comes to mind.
(Amused grammar nazi side note – I got a little red squiggly line when I wrote the word “ploughing.” So I Googled it to figure out how I was spelling it wrong. Apparently in America and Canada, “plowing,” is correct, and “ploughing” is correct in all other English-speaking countries. I am an American. Apparently, I read a lot of books written by Brits? But I digress.)
Historically speaking, it is my second chakra that has been my “problem child.” If it’s not blocked like Gandalf is standing in front of it yelling “You shall not pass!!”, then it is leaking energy like a drafty old house leaks heat. Yes, I am magickal enough that I can both be stopped up and leaking at the same time. Woo!
So this work is simultaneously desperately needed, wicked difficult, and vastly rewarding. And it also makes me wonder what the hey I’m going to paint when all is said and done. As I’ve been making progress, I get an idea, but am not moved to act on it. A couple of days later that idea is radically changed. Then it’s changed again… so basically, as I purge and cleanse the chakra, my perception of it is changing. A lot! At this point, I’m kind of giving my painting muse a confused dog look (complete with head cocked off to the side), and a bemused grin. She just laughs.
So yeah… I’m as unsure as to what I’m going to paint next as a stranger on the street might be. But that’s half the fun!
If you were curious, here are the other three completed chakra paintings:
Up next… orange fireballs? Stay tuned!