28/10/2026
For decades, in moments of grace, I got downloads of knowledge. Then during COVID, I came back to my art after twelve years away. And what used to come as knowledge or writing started coming strongest as visuals.
Sometimes it’s a complete image, colour palette and all. Sometimes a knowing. Often, pure light. One, two or three bright colours, moving and dancing. Abhinavagupta called this moment pratibha. The flash of creative intuition. Partly the space of the artist. Partly pure grace.
I capture it straight away. A rough one-colour thumbnail. I have books of them. When a dry spell comes, I work on those. Honestly? Enough for the rest of my life.
I often don’t even understand the image. And it doesn’t matter. It’s not for me. It’s for whoever is meant to see it.
It’s chop wood, carry water. No heavy breathing. No transcendental trying. This isn’t about having an idea. It’s about opening.
I get you started in the Artist’s Return and over in my community The Artist’s Kula on Substack.
Would love to hear what similar thing happens to you. 🥰🌺