This return to home has been particularly beautiful, overwhelming, funny, weird, strange, shaking my ground and reconnecting.
Oddly enough, it’s always like this when I arrive in Denmark and especially at the farm where I grew up in the most peaceful nature. There’s this hill - Denmark doesn’t have mountains, but we surely have hills! - and when I pass it and see the fields, the little forest my dad planted a decade ago, the yellow brick barn and my best friend’s home farm vaguely in the horizon, peace takes over. My shoulders drop a few inches. My breathing gets more calm. I can smell a certain freshness in the air, than can only be enjoyed right here, and which changes by the season. Actually, it’s not that long ago, the memory of the scent of Christmas air under the stars and in the humid cold struck me in scent-free Santiago. That’s how powerful it is to me.
And that’s why I love returning to this place, which my mom refers to as my sleep central - because it sure is. It’s my designated restitution area to process and digest whatever adventure just happened and how the experience will manifest in my life and personality. And this time very much in my art.
It’s been amazing to reconnect with my friends and family. So much has happened in my time away from my roots, yet everything is as familiar as always. I make base camp in the guest room in the loft, I hijack the car and drive out to see my friends, and I crash on their couches in between catching up, high on coffee, shared food, music and our lives. But after this weekend, seeing some of the people I love and care so much about, I surrendered to much needed sleep and digestion, tears of joy and confusion, ate and went for walks. And in its own timing, I reunited with my favorite oils, media and canvas. This time though, with Spanish and Chilean entertainment to keep me going, as I started to paint everything I’d imagined in the past months separated from my art. And believe it or not friends, I already lost count on the pieces I’ve started! I’m so amazed what the inspiration and brain can do without action, because never have I ever seized this quality and patience with painting. It must have happened subconsciously while enjoying Chile, getting inspired by art venues, galleries, museums and my talented colleagues in the fields of visual art.
I’m still sleepy, but only physically. I ran a marathon on the canvases this week, and I enjoyed the ride. I thought I’d share that with you - because the simply lesson this time is really this; it’s all true what they say, the mind create incredible things even before action is taken.
So here’s a little bit of the process - I hope you’ll enjoy. Happy weekend everybody!
Lots of love,