Though I was in the throes of perpetual corn bread baking (yes, another GS bake sale ~ where's the fork?), I took time out for a mini-vision. It's similar to a minivan yet seats more than 7. Somewhere in this guided meditation, I had to ask what archetype I needed right now. So Medusa appeared. And the moment She appeared it was apparent the self-portrait image was going to change. Soon after hauling more baked corn bread around, I made my way to the studio. Sitting with the palette on my lap I looked myself in the eye and declared I trusted myself implicitly. I had a vision and I thought it would apply here and if I'm wrong we'll go in another direction. I just need to let me know. Be honest.
So . . . here we are waiting for these writhing wrigglies to dry so that I can either add more or add details to the ones present and accounted for. I also have an idea I'm adding paper to either side of this image ~ nothing with straight edges.
Now, the real query at this juncture is: Why Medusa? She's not very popular. Aside from the lively corn rows, She tends to turn things to stone. She isn't very nice. Yet there is an ancient, primal wisdom residing in Medusa's pate and it can't be ignored. Not many of my Goddess-related books make any concrete mention of Her except in relation to the guy who slayed Her with the mirror (I dare not mention his name) or Athena.
Well, I'll keep on painting and see what develops.