Study of a Poem

Cozy, cozy days.
Don’t you just love autumn? I’ve loved it since I can remember. I guess it all started with anime on tv and then movies, because I’ve lived in the dessert the most part of my life and there is not autumn there, either is insanely cold or unbearable hot.

Then we moved to my Tiny Town (in Oregon) and we actually have an amazing, cozy, beautiful fall here. It’s impossible to not love it. It is like the cartoons and movies I used to watch as a kid and even more beautiful.

You can see the leaves falling from the trees, hear the sound of the crashing leaves on the floor, you can feel the wind blowing, it brings cozyness to the sight and definitely to the wardrobe, and it feels like it brings peace and calm, and it definitely brings inspiration to me.

The warm colors of the plants and the sutil gold in the sunlight bring a color palette that I want to use everywhere!
This season feels like a hug to the soul.

So one of these cozy days I was on a video call and she was reading to me, something she wrote -beautiful as always- and I felt so inspired by her, by the writing, by the autumn colors and the autumn outfit she was wearing, and of course the light…hers and the lamp light too.

I felt so inspired by the moment and it felt like time slowed down. Something that totally makes sense to me, as many many times I can truly see how time is not linear really.

The moment felt like like a photo, unmovable, but somehow alive. And I was so grateful to be able to see it. So I took a photo of the moment, just to capture it and suddenly I was already painting it.

The moment itself felt like a poem, so in my painting I was studying it.
How does it feel, how it looks like.

And it definitely felt super slow to me. So the clue was there, I needed to paint it slowly. Why? I didn’t know. I just follow the magic and let it use my hands and my paints.

At the end it was funny to call it “Study of a Poem” .
You can interpret it in so many ways, the colors are a poem by itself, the moment, the light, the amazing writer who in appearance write poems but her existence alone it’s already a poem, I think is funny.

So I did this painting in a very slow pace, with new watercolors I bought in my trip to New York and others I bought in an also cozy store in Portland. I wanted to buy everything there!

I usually paint fast, as I always say, I don’t decide, I just follow the clues and the inspiration’s direction.
This time the direction was light, slow, cozy, and super enjoyable. I mean, obviously I enjoy every single painting that passes through my hands, but also, each of them bring different gifts to me and to others. I just follow the intuition, the clues, and the art happens to appear.

This is how this study of a poem looks like.

Hope you like the story and the artwork. If you do you can buy it here.

As usual, all my love and best magical wishes to you.