The Eye of the Storm
The Eye of the Storm, 60×36, 2023
I feel like I have been sitting in the eye of a storm. Waiting in the eerie quiet stillness. Waiting for the wind to blow me towards some thing, some direction, some path. Waiting for the chaos to return, the momentum, the flow. There are so many times I search outside of myself for the answers, for guidance, for the next step to take, perhaps even for permission. As I sit with this painting, I remember that I bring the chaos or the calm. A voice whispers that I can have both if I choose. My heart reminds me that rest is as important as movement. And my spirit says, the way will appear at precisely the right moment.
Painted in Montreal, Canada.
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey.
All rights reserved
The Eye of the Storm, 60×36, 2023
I feel like I have been sitting in the eye of a storm. Waiting in the eerie quiet stillness. Waiting for the wind to blow me towards some thing, some direction, some path. Waiting for the chaos to return, the momentum, the flow. There are so many times I search outside of myself for the answers, for guidance, for the next step to take, perhaps even for permission. As I sit with this painting, I remember that I bring the chaos or the calm. A voice whispers that I can have both if I choose. My heart reminds me that rest is as important as movement. And my spirit says, the way will appear at precisely the right moment.
Painted in Montreal, Canada.
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey.
All rights reserved
The Eye of the Storm, 60×36, 2023
I feel like I have been sitting in the eye of a storm. Waiting in the eerie quiet stillness. Waiting for the wind to blow me towards some thing, some direction, some path. Waiting for the chaos to return, the momentum, the flow. There are so many times I search outside of myself for the answers, for guidance, for the next step to take, perhaps even for permission. As I sit with this painting, I remember that I bring the chaos or the calm. A voice whispers that I can have both if I choose. My heart reminds me that rest is as important as movement. And my spirit says, the way will appear at precisely the right moment.
Painted in Montreal, Canada.
An original artwork by Margaret Lipsey.
All rights reserved