Painting As A Primary Relationship

This is how we started.  Bold,  intense, colorful, liberating. It was love at first sight. 

Then she started to change.  She started getting a little fancy, but I liked it - although she was starting to lose boldness and abstract interest to which I was so attracted. I liked her blue a lot.

So I added more blue.  Nice blue, but now the whole picture wasn't not knocking my socks off anymore, and I could tell she wasn't as happy.

We decided to shake things up big time. She had a story about the river she wanted to tell. While I loved what she had to say, I didn't like how she was saying it, so I started making her messy. I realized by forcing my idea on her, she had become far too literal. In my eyes, she lost her mystery.  In her view, she had lost her power. It made me feel sad that I had gone too far. 

  This is how we left it when I left the beach house.  When I get back to the beach, I will reassess where we stand and go from there. I'm disappointed about losing what I thought I saw, but know that going forward, something new and even better will be created.  Mantras to remember:
This is the process.  
Go with the flow, not against it.
​Lose my mind to love the world.