Samhain 2020 - Rebirthing the Inner Seed
The Seed - Jan 2020 2020 in a nutshell? There is no nutshell! There have been many parallel storylines coming to the surface this year but only one has shied the whole year. The painting. The process. The healing. It started with boredom and an itch - the inner crucible warms up and I let it lead me in search of paint; it had to be paint, lots of paint and a polite tube of acrylic just wouldn't do it. I needed a can of emulsion! At the back of the Aladdin's cave cupboard I spot some very old Farrow & Ball paint. Lime White is what I want and, grabbing a piece of board and some brushes, I run back upstairs with a building sense of urgency. I set to work prizing the rusted lid from the tin of paint until in one final lever with a screwdriver, it pops off, releasing a somewhat whiffy aroma. It is a smell like fetid earth, like something has been planted and not given air, leaving it to rot and sweat in the ground. There is a thick layer on the top like a scab of gooey, rubber...