Ganesh (2)

There isn't an exact word for it, but there's a feeling associated with an element of an artwork in progress that just bugs me. It's like a kind of aesthetic itch.  I just didn't like the eyes I had sketched in. So the cosmos jumped in, as it often does. That's the thing I've come to recognize about that element: I rarely plan for the cosmos to be part of the design. It just...jumps in. It doesn't jump in haphazardly. It jumps into the x-dimensional space I've been focusing my attention on. "Magick is the art of causing changes in consciousness in conformity with the Will." The change in consciousness I am consciously seeking is an opening, a letting happen. I wrote previously that some kind of painting for me is a rendering of an image I have in mind or see in the world, which is a matter of seeing, and another kind of painting is a willed emergence/manifestation of something that is 100% me, but entirely new. A part of me I had not seen before. This kind of painting is more about looking than seeing.