I find a rock to paint, choose my paints from an old adidas shoe box, (damn you adidas and my adidas shoes I love so much!) I gather brushes, tray and water…a warm spot somewhere beckons and I paint…

Paint my way over the rock, I feel the lines… when I first look at the rock, I look with my ears and my hands and then my eyes see where I should go…
I used to always start with the koru, but this year that has changed; now and then I will start with a simple line, and that’s ok.
So I feel the lines…one this way, one that way, maybe a koru here, maybe a koru there, now another colour, sometimes only one colour, it all depends on how I feel…
I feel my way around the rock, allowing the rock to speak, to tell me the story of the day and then I paint.
I paint until I’ve finished, until there is no more and always never what I expect it to be.
Intuitively I paint straight onto there, no pencil, no ruler, no expectation allowed…
And it always feels right, always…and sometimes I don’t like it, but I don’t have to like it because it’s not about me…intuition…trust and belief in self…
Arohanui,
Jo x