Gentleness. What a concept to begin a painting with. Ironically, the lady I was making it for has been whooping my ass in bootcamp for over a year now. But I hold closely to a definition of gentleness that stirs me deeply.
Sometimes we think that if something is gentle it is also fragile. Actually gentleness is “power under control.” It’s the ability to maintain great power, but keep the ability to cry.
Pause. And there I go, amazed by that word again. There is much depth in it to ponder. My journey was trying to figure out how to capture this beauty effectively on canvas.
When I finally got the picture in my mind, it was about a month before I had a chance to paint it, and when it was the right time, I was so excited to work it out in paint. In fact, I did little else (in other words, my house is a mess!)
But it was all worth it. The tree is such a symbol of strength, especially on the outside. The twist is that it is merely a shell, an exterior that shelters a tender heart. A heart of wisdom, vulnerability, and fiercely protected.