About 10 days ago, I woke up in the middle of night thinking “I have to paint a portrait of Brigid, where she is offering us her sacred fire.” I got up and made some thumbnail sketches, then fell back asleep. In the morning I recognized it as a calling.
I feel a little bit like I’ve been whisked away by the faeries the last few days . . . caught up in a creative vortex, creating this image of Brigid. Experiencing “flow,” where hours slip away like minutes . . .
I’ll be back at the drawing board later today. All that’s left to do is her hands and face . . . Blessed be.