365, Day 68: Waterfalls

365, Day 68

It occurred to me again this morning that I have not been able to sing since the near drowning in September of 2014. I also found myself possessed by the need to paint a waterfall. Initially there was a bridge in the image but that did not manifest in the final painting. Actually, the “final painting” had trouble manifesting. I made several false starts before beginning this one. I had eaten well into my hour by the time this one got started but, fortunately (and somewhat miraculously), once this one began it just poured out.

There is music in the movement of water. Every fountain, every river, every waterfall, even the ocean waves and the rain sings with its own voice. I wonder whether the image here is connected with my own sense that I’ve lost my voice and a whispered suggestion as to where I might look to find it again.

(© Karen Opp. All rights reserved.)

About Karen

I am a fifty-something anthropology student, an artist, dancer, photographer, healer, mother, grandmother and perennial seeker. I am distracted by shiny things and infused with a sense of wonder at the world around me and people in general. I am a “journey” person who often wishes that I could have a “destination” day at least every now and then…
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