Down to the stream, where otters swim to the sea, with a stone and a bottle. River water for painting.
Home, and in the evening trying to clear head of all but the shape of an otter. Turning the timer so the sand slips through. The large one for an hour.
River water in glasses.
The small timer of blue sand for fifteen minutes, grinding the ink, trying to focus, empty the head of doubt, but I worry too much…..
Then paint, and some parts work, and lessons are learned and maybe the next will be better. Head more filled with that shape and emptied of the fear, and ink darker.
But I love the texture of the ink.
And, how long does it take? Well one answer is, two speakings of the otter spell. And another answer can be found in my piece for Five Dials. It’s called On Being a Bear.
I love the subtitle- the fifty six year long painting.