I keep shifting directions with this one. And I know it looks like a flower, but it’s supposed to be the sun, and that’ll be more clear when I finish it. Anyway I had an idea, sat down to draw it out, and it changed to something else, and now that I’m at this point, I’ve refined my first idea to fit in with this and I’m going back. That’s the way things go sometimes. I always say to trust the very first thought that comes to mind about things… easier said than done.
I usually have pretty loose ideas when I do work, but I’ve been kinda fascinated lately with something I’ve read in a couple different Carl Jung books, most recently in “The Earth Has A Soul,” about his travels to Taos, NM, and visit with the Pueblo Indians, and is in itself a simple concept. Here’s a small excerpt to get to the point:
As I sat with Ochwiay Biano on the roof, the blazing sun rising higher and higher, he said, pointing to the sun, “Is not he who moves there our father? How can anyone say differently? How can there be another god? Nothing can be without the sun.” …
Makes sense. More to come.