When Words Fall Short
There are moments when words fall short.
When the mind is a swirl of emotions, memories, and unclear sensations. That’s exactly when energy, color and palette knife come into play. Color becomes my language. The palette knife, my tool for dialogue. The canvas, the space where everything takes shape.
🌈The Energy of Color and Matter
Every color has a soul. Sometimes, even a strong personality.
Blue is the deep thinker, dragging you into philosophical conversations at 2 a.m. Red? The eternal party guest—passionate, fiery, lighting up the canvas like a champagne toast. Yellow is the cheerful optimist, always encouraging you to smile, even when all you want is to hide under a table.
When I choose colors, it’s never just for aesthetics. It’s like an inner therapy session. Some days I need bold contrasts, colors that clash like noisy neighbors. Others, I look for harmony, for shades that whisper to one another. Either way, my energy pours into the canvas: through vibrant tones, overlays, and chromatic battles searching for balance.
And then there’s the paint itself. Oil doesn’t obey—it negotiates. If you try to control it too much, it rebels. It smears, it mixes, it creates chaos. So I listen to it. I change pressure. I adapt. I let the material speak.
🧱 The Assertive Character of the Medium
And then there’s the medium: oil.
It’s not just a tool—it’s a living presence. If you try to control it, it fights back: it drips where it shouldn’t, refuses to dry, mixes into tones you didn’t plan for. You can’t just draw a neat line. You have to adjust pressure, accept the resistance of the palette knife, and negotiate with each stroke like you’re navigating a high-stakes diplomatic meeting.
And it’s precisely in this chaotic, unpredictable dance between me, the color, and the medium that I find my strength.
Is it a struggle? Sometimes, yes.
But it’s also the greatest form of freedom I know.
🔪 The Palette Knife: Between Control and Freedom
Using the palette knife is a dance between intention and surrender.
Contrary to common belief, the palette knife isn’t just for bold strokes. It can scrape and sculpt, yes, but also glide softly, almost tenderly. It creates textures, veils, vibrations. It’s a tool of nuance and expression. Like me.
There’s a moment when my hand moves with confidence, yet invites surprise. The edge of the knife glides, creates fragments, reveals light. Every gesture brings a surprise: an unexpected shadow, a new tone, a detail that transforms everything.
✨ The Creative Process: Chaos, Breath, Immersion
I paint because I need to.
When I feel blocked, when I feel empty, it’s through energy, color and palette knife that I come back to life. Every painting starts with uncertainty. But with each layer, the flow returns. The energy shifts.
Sometimes it happens in a flash: a color that vibrates, a line that breaks the pattern, a reflection that changes the composition. These are moments of revelation. In those moments, painting becomes more than an act—it becomes an experience. A full-body, full-soul immersion.
🖌My Silent Dialogue with the Canvas
When I paint, I engage in a silent dialogue.
The canvas listens. The colors guide. The palette knife follows my breath.
Every decision becomes a part of me made visible. And when the painting is finished, I know something inside me has shifted.
A part of me stays on the canvas.
Another part returns, renewed and ready to create again.
🌱Art as Daily Energy
For me, art is this: an invisible dialogue between soul and matter, between intuition and technique, between the need to express and the joy of discovery.
And it is precisely in this exchange between energy, color and palette knife that I find my creative power.
Every day. Every time color touches the canvas.
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If you’re interested in exploring the role of color in art therapy, I recommend this article on Art Therapy – Wikipedia.
