An Introvert's Studio Diary | In the Process of Creation — Sofia | Atelierovo Art

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"Where exactly are stories born and paintings that accompany the soul come into being? I don't find them in logic, and words often fail me, too. So I just quietly dance around them, barefoot. I pick up a brush, I dig deep, I tune into what wants to be — and I let go of what doesn't need to be.

I try to describe what happens inside me. The answers are felt by each of us, deep within. They come in images that reveal their meaning gradually.

I'm tuning my perception. Lightness and flow. The motto of these days."

Ivi

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Right now, in dreams, feelings, images — and even on a cinema screen — a whale appears and swims through my inner world. And after many years, a polar bear has crept back into my life and dreams. During daydreaming I've been seeing a white bison for a long time now — he first appeared in my dreams a year ago.

Hmm. And then there is this strange dream that has been following me for a few days.

I find myself on the street where I grew up, in front of my grandmother Františka's old family home — she who has been watching over all of us from above for a long time now. I've stopped a little way off, and there on the road in front of her house stands an owl. Looking at me. I stare at her as if she were an apparition — how is it possible that she's just standing there on the road and won't fly away? She's not afraid of me, and that's strange — a wave of worry passes through me, that something must have happened to her, that she needs help if she's just waiting there and won't take flight. She watches me. I approach her carefully and I see the Wind playing with her feathers on the ground around her. A few feathers are lying beside her. As if she were telling me — "Take them, they are here for you."

In the silence, I smile to myself.

But in that moment, a feeling grips me — I have to rescue her, before something bad happens. She can't just be out on the street, unafraid of me. "But she's wild and I'm a human being — something must be wrong, this can't be good for her!" Thoughts race through my head: I need to find a box quickly. "Where will I put her? What will I cover her with? Where will I take her? Someone needs to help her!" But in the very moment that fear enters me, she flies away — and in that same moment I wake up with my heart pounding.

What do those feathers mean? Why was she waiting for me? Why does she fly away the instant fear takes hold? This dream has been with me for many days and I know the answer will come. And I also know that the next being I am meant to paint is her. Even if I don't "logically" understand it.

In the days that follow, as I work on her painting, words come to me — and I write them down quickly, while I can still hear them:

"In"visible. Gratitude. Wisdom. Sofia.

Understanding without the need to intervene. Wisdom flowing from full presence. In what is. Maybe that is all we need right now. Maybe some things don't need to be "rescued". Maybe all they need is our full attention. To be seen. Accepted. Lived. For-given. Surrendered."

"I see in the deepest dark. I'm no longer afraid to open my eyes. I see myself. I see you. I see us.""

And maybe that is the superpower. Who knows.

One thing is certain. I have the feather, I have the ink — so — I write.

And I no longer dare to talk back.

~ Ivi

~ Atelierovo Art

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