#019: Diptych: Then and Now

Your first painting alongside what you would paint today.

A piece of string connects the two.

#018: The Creativity of the Mind

A white canvas that features two lines of simple black lettering.  

The first line larger than the second, they read:

“A pen.

This is not a picture.  But do you see one?”

#017: Colour your emotions (Inside Out)

Take a notepad or an exercise book.  Assign colours to your emotions and create a diary by filling each page with how you felt that day.  Perhaps a coloured shape for each incident through the day or a slowly changing line to scale for time.  You could create a succession of coloured circles along the lines of the paper or in swirls or other patterns across a blank sheet.  You could use graph paper and fill the squares as you feel appropriate (perhaps more or less squares depending on the intensity of the emotion).  It is up to you, it is not for me to say how you represent yourself or feel.

Then look back on good days, bad days and in between days and see only colour.  

#016: Joy coursing

The empty wrapper of your favourite snack.

Feel the joy coursing.

For, unlike with Magritte, you got to taste it.

Even just in your imagination it feels good.

#015: Neutral state, or In the Beginning, or Infinite potential, or Fill it with your mind

A blank canvas.

#014: Multiple copies: A joint self-portrait, or We are made from the same building blocks in different concentrations, or sizes

A room whose floor is covered with hundreds of evenly spaced copies of the same product in different states of use.  The same in the next room with another product.  And so on and so on throughout the gallery.  

#013: Vibrant escapism

In the carnival of your mind the sun shines brightly, every footstep treads lightly.  

Remember this as you close your eyes and think of the most colourful place you have been.  

A garden, perhaps, with a thousand flowers.  A multitude of painted festival faces and vivid costumes.  The warmth of the yellow seaside sun, the cool of the clear blue sea, the kiss of the soft sand on your bare feet.  

Let the vibrant escapism fill you and warm you as would the embrace of the person you would most like to be in the arms of right now.  Let it fill you up until you can feel those arms as if they were real; feel the sun, sea or sand as if it were right there, hear the sounds of the procession as if it filled the air or smell the fragrance of flowers as if under your nose.  

And stay there.  

Remain.  

Until you are ready to return, knowing and accepting that it was not real, no matter how real you were able to make it feel.