An Introvert's Studio Diary: Humprey's Song | Atelierovo Art

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"You carry within you unique gifts that heal the realm around you. They are yours alone, waiting to be unfolded. It is a journey. A journey of self-discovery that cannot be replicated, or taken from anyone. It is yours — your unique gift."

Ivi

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Humprey is a being who came into existence as the second in my current collection of paintings — a collection devoted to the regeneration of wild nature and the intuitive, wise essence that lives within us, within people.

As usual, he arrives at a time when logic tells me to paint him in "natural" — oceanic tones, but my hand, guided by the heart, sees it differently.

More than once during his creation I pause and wonder why he wants to exist in "grey" — why, every time I try to squeeze "reality" into him, he says a radical: "NO" without further explanation.

Hm. I stop rushing, pushing. I breathe and tune into what is happening beneath the surface.

Our internal dialogue with Humprey goes something like this:

Me: "Ok. Do you really want that golden circle in there?" Him: Yes. Me: "Isn't that just repetitive kitsch?"

Him: Paint it.

Me: Sigh. "Ok. And do I really have to leave all that grey around you? People won't understand."

And him? He is silent.

So I fold my ears back.

"Ok... Grey it is."

I don't know why I do it this way. But I feel it's how it should be. And as tends to happen, the answer appears again between the lines of everyday life — without me having to force it.

A few days later we go to the cinema to see the animated film "Whale Song". And the answer to why it all wants to be the way it is arrives — and I can't stop crying. With emotion. Deep emotion and gratitude.

In the first third of the film, there's a scene where the whale father appears — Humprey — father of the little whale Vincent. He is an oceanic healer. He heals and nourishes his natural environment through his unique gift — by singing his whale song. When he begins to sing, he sends vibrations rippling outward — in CIRCLES — and regenerates the devastated ocean around him. Corals, algae — a complete living world. He creates vibrations that transform the grey they inhabit into life — colourful, joyful and: nourishing.

The return of the Holocene.

He uses his full potential to heal by doing what he knows — as well as he possibly can.

For me, it is all about determination. Courage. Vulnerability and... Simply about life. About how authenticity — being true to yourself and settling into what is yours — can help not only ourselves, but also those around us, our community, our friends.

For many days afterward I keep thinking about what this painting is still bringing me, and I find myself writing down these words on a scrap of paper I have nearby (that's very me — I have notes scribbled on scraps everywhere, and then I can never find them!)

This one I did find, and it says:

"Humphrey's Song is a painting that is the calling of our ancestors. They continually support us in healing our wounds, accompany us through difficult moments — precisely when we are losing our footing and everything we do feels pointless. They help us return to the ancient wisdom that has always been here for us, and always will be — available and free. All it takes is tuning into the right frequency and listening for their whisper. They never stopped speaking to us."

For me personally, creating Humprey brought enormous nourishment and understanding. And above all, complete trust in the process and — once again — the right timing, unfolding exactly as it should.

So many times I stand face to face with my fears and the belief that I carry nothing special within me, that I bring nothing new or valuable — nothing that hasn't "already been here before". I encounter grey, emptiness and destruction every day. It feels like the aftermath of a battle. Ash in the air, plumes of smoke everywhere, and within myself — a kind of emptiness. Yes, emptiness — but at the same time, the seed of a new realm where a new, wild, paradise garden can grow.

~ Ivi

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