When I return to the studio the first thing I do (after clearing stuff and tidying away) is an intuitive painting or collage. This involves getting out of my own way and allowing my intuition to select images and give me some sense of what is going on in my creative unconscious. I always do this process at speed, to avoid my logical mind getting in the way.
Seems to be a lot here about feeling caged, or the illusion of being caged -can I see the truth? Both the wild woman and the owl are facing inward, seeming to communicate that I have all I need, have embraced death as my advisor. Interesting that the lighthouse, although I know it is next to the sea, appears to be land-locked. There it is again – caged, locked. But it is an illusion -I do have choice.