I find absolute pleasure when I can abandon all concept of time, to be free of the monotonous, digital parade of numbers, the pull of societal expectations that dictates when I get up, eat and sleep. I have been an introvert all of my life, I require peaceful reflection and solitude. This gives my body a chance to breath in relaxation and my mind opportunity to dream and create. Without the pressure of time, I can indulge this deep healing process that gives me strength and energy to face the noise, hurry and tension of the mundane.
In my home, I have a non-digital time piece, a throwback to a when clocks made sound that mirrored the beating of people’s heart. The echoing of pulse sooths and rocks me. It allows for a deepening of the meditation bringing forth new vision and thought. All of this becomes nutrient for the creative process, like the turning of an ocean tide, I am fed and replenished. As an artist, I revel in such renewal and release. I yearn for the quietude and reflection that gives me to freedom to pick up paint and brush, unfettered by the concept of mechanical time.