Kafka on the Shore


I’ve been feeling restless lately. It’s a good restlessness though – like I’m ready to launch wherever the Universe decides to send me. I read this article; You Can Have an Easy Life or an Awesome One. Choose Wisely, and naturally that only fueled my fidgety flames. Who knows what the year will bring me. It feels good though. Feels like I’m on the right path and wearing the right shoes.

I spent Sunday curled up reading, Kafka on the Shore. My friends Natalie and Mike lent me their much-loved copy. I’m only halfway through, but I’m pretty sure this is the book I was supposed to read right now. It brings a specific painting of mine to the forefront of my mind, Tuesday Magic, so I thought I’d share some of his origin:

I’d been painting for three days straight in an intense, passionate stupor. Multiple pots of black coffee. Little food. Nothing on my mind but colors, brushstrokes and expressions. I sketched his face in white charcoal in the late hours of the third day of painting – Friday. The next morning I woke up, walked straight into my studio and began to work. I didn’t even get dressed. My only focus was getting the excitement and intensity brewing inside me out and onto the panel. I only used two colors: Titanium White and Dioxazine Purple. I’d intended this to only be the under painting and that I’d flesh him out later. Instead, less than half an hour later, I was completely in love with the face that emerged. It was a perfect representation of my past four days. I’d been picked up by a whirlwind of enthusiasm, wonderment, creativity and fervor that left me awakened and invigorated, if not a little dazed.

I gave the painting a literal name. I almost called him Wonderment, but instead named him for the rainy Tuesday night where I’m certain I must have drank in some magic.

Oh, and you’re probably wondering what relationship this painting has with the book, right? Connections. “Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Needless to say, this painting is one of my favorites. I’ll have a hard time parting with him.




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