October Moon 1 Acrylic & lace on canvas 24x24 unfinished.
I pour the crimson fluid-acrylic onto my palette. It pools,
glossy, atop the lump of white gesso like newly spilt blood before running down
in rivulets onto the wet paper beneath. It looks like fresh blood diluted and turning
pink as it is washed away. Somehow, this month of the pink moon looks more like
washed away blood than the usual joyful cotton candy pink of celebrating the harvest.
Just as I was standing at my easel contemplating how to
paint the emerging moon cycle Walk Truth, Ruth Bader Ginsberg shed her justice collar. It landed on my
fresh paint. Hanging there, it changed the trajectory of my inquiry.
How am I/are we to Walk Truth in this time when every attempt is being made to wash truth away? A passage from the book of Jeremiah comes into my head: "Stand at the crossroads and look. Ask for the ancient paths. Ask 'Where is the good way?' Then walk in it and you will find rest for your souls."
RBG’s death points out ‘where the good way is’ for me/us to
follow. There is Truth in that
path. It is made of integrity. There are
footsteps we can trust. She offers us a
mantle we can pick up and wear as our own. We are not alone.
My pink moon will be filled with the names of all the truth
seekers I can come to know as I paint her through the month. I am curious who will show up as I seek a
path of integrity and courage.
