30th of August. 2017. Ibiza.
In the past two sessions of walking I have felt this weirdness I described earlier. Nothingness. It´s hard to write anything about this because I can´t capture o remember the phenomena that happened (if it did) during the walking. I just end up kind of not feeling anything. A part of me isn´t happy with this, I feel slightly out of it.
Once back in the studio I wasn´t engaged in my painting part either, I felt kind of stuck in the Labyrinth painting.
I decided to go into the Tree of Possibilities one and I started painting as a fiddle, just repeating patterns and little by little I was engaged in the playfulness again.
I realise I need a certain balance between pushing my nature slightly on the edge of comfort but also having it´s playtime. In the playtime I get so much information I value from my subconscious. If the discipline is too concentrated on pushing my limits I can loose the motivation or enter a state I´m not ready to stomach for so long.
