Burnt Offerings - Artist Jana Lynn

I do not paint what I see. I close my eyes and look inside so that I may paint what I feel.
There I stand. Silent. Still.
Until there is nothing left between myself and my canvas save the sound of my own breath and the feeling I must express.
Time does not exist.

Suddenly, as if startled by my own vision I scoop up my mixed paints with my bare hands.
As I rise above my canvas I squeeze my paint filled hands into fists.
I feel the flow of the warm paint between my fingers.
I watch in amazement as my painting spills through my fingers and onto the canvas.
The energy of creation flows through me.

I run to fill my hands with more colors. The rest of the world disapears.
The energy of creation is all that there is.

Back at my canvas I become fascinated by the shapes and textures that have formed.
It's as if each nuance in color guides me through a meditative dance and invites me to splash even more colors.

I thank the universe for allowing me to channel vision into form.
As I create the painting, the painting creates me.
(c) Jana Lynn-Javon (c) Jana Lynn-Javon (c) Jana Lynn-Javon