GROUNDED

How to stay grounded when the whole world is literally, grounded. Planes sit still in uniform lines on the tarmac. Silent, solitary, grounded.

New Zealand has never felt like such an island, a safe haven. Isolated from the rest of the world, there’s a comfort in that. It makes me feel grounded.

As I sit quietly in lockdown, I feel freer than I have felt for quite some time. Feeling peaceful and grateful, I am calm in my own self with the knowledge that I am okay. I am not trying to control, this cannot be, I am relaxing with what is, whatever that might be.

Creatively, I feel more open, in contrast to being grounded, there’s a healthy artistic frenzy happening that has ignited something in me that has been asleep for a while. Dancing around the edges, I have not been my best creative self. I think I might be now.

Grounded in my ‘self’. I am happy in the feeling of that.

GREY

I love grey. It’s a diverse colour, it sets a mood, some may think a sad mood, and yes, it can be, but also a sense of calm and serene. That’s how it makes me feel and it surrounds me right now. It’s been subconscious, I’ve just realised. The art I’m creating is all grey, I prefer my images to be grey, I like to wear grey and I like to see it on others. Winter’s coming and with it will be a lot of grey. I welcome it.

Black and white combine to make grey. Two strong definite colours joined. Grey is not just a haphazard combination, it’s a colour of it’s own. It takes the harshness out of black and white.

Grey. Grey doesn’t need hype and attention, it sits in the background. I like it. It has poise and class and dignity. It is no nonsense, it watches calmly, offers thoughts as needed, gently guides. There’s no pressure with grey, there’s no need, grey is not needy, it know what it is. Grey’s solid but also a soft place to fall, comforting.

Out of all the colours, I choose grey and grey chooses me.