A Soulful Guided Painting Retreat for Women:
October 19-22, 2017 in Austin, Tx
Here is a poem written by my creative partner Katherine Torrini with whom I’m collaborating with to create a sacred painting weekend for women. This poem will give you a feel for where we are going to go with 8 special women during a lovely long weekend of learning to paint in an iconic 13 step process and to tap out fear, art trauma and creative blocks.
My finished painting is above. You will leave your own beautiful mythic painting of your inner muse REALLY! No experience required.
I am a High Maintenance Woman
- by Katherine Torrini
I require wings and soaring open sky to glide alone or barrel-roll with playmates who know how to fly.
I desire shawls & gowns, precious stones and illuminated crowns –altars I can wear.
I require books, parchment, pen and ink and a remarkable amount of time alone to think.
I desire liquid rainbow sprays with which to paint my skies as well as a permanent subscription to all the best art supplies.
I require fresh cut flowers , crystals, scented oils and other alchemystic tools floating in my moonlit mermaid pools.
I need a nest , somewhere soft & warm where I can rest (linen sheets are best.)
I require shielding from the creep of darkness, dullness, ignorance & fear –protection while I sleep.
I desire gentle mornings born in silent sacred space – sweet time to know my knowing , sensuously unfurling dayward, at my pace.
I require bread & butter, cheeses, chocolate, tea–all lovingly infused with mystic poetry.
I desire oceans, forests, mossy streams & flowering vines along with access to communication lines.
I require portals through the veil to drop away in timelessness as my whims decree –with devoted temple keepers to tend the hearth and lay out hot soup for me.
I desire lovers whose joy it is to bring me pleasure dancing symphonies on my skin in hours of erotic leisure
In short, I must be fed with beauty bright and pure unadulterated love morning, noon and night.
So…..Who am I to require & desire so brazenly, so much?
Who indeed! I am none other than your muse– waiting (impatiently!) to be freed!