Once again we are in the West of the Medicine Wheel.
The area where bear lives and the dreamer.
Bears eat berries and nuts, roots and seeds.
We receive images from the unknown through the dreamer and we can hear the inner voice in this place.
The faint inner voice of protest has to do with this.
At first she is barely audible, but later we can feel her as a gnawing discontent.
We sense that our life could blossom more than we have allowed to happen until now.
For me this feeling is intertwined with starting to teach painting.
Teaching through the internet or in a studio somewhere.
I know that we can express ourselves through our works of art.
We can process our dissatisfaction, our sadness, our old patterns that keep us tied in the daily groove and thus integrate the feelings and find more freedom.
I want to listen to the language of the dreamer.