Rona on Grey, Equality Orange


I’m feeling frozen and powerless.
I finally decided ritual was a path.

When I am feeling powerless I turn to ritual…
Gamblin sent the Equality Orange Oil Paint on the day I was so upset about the news, worried about the protesters and infiltrators, and pushing to figure all this out.
I opened my watercolor book, and shellacked two pages.
I painted them in oil paint (!) yes oil paint in my watercolor journal.

I did not know where it would lead, and had to wait several days for
the paint to dry so I could begin to work with those pages.
Meanwhile they sat open next to my studio workspace and I saw these pages as
I worked, feeling sad, depressed, old, powerless, angry, hopeless,
and in solidarity with the many people of color who are marching for their lives.

After two weeks, I realized I had nothing to say.
My creativity has run dry (though I continue to do it).
I decided to make a message page of the bits of poetry or
rallying cries that are moving me to tears.


Rituals involve faith;
they are a lot like creativity in that way.

You don’t know WHY you are doing it, but you are moved to do so.
You don’t know the effect before you start and maybe there is none…

“Peace” is written in a Pilot Parallel pen
with PenBBS #153 Burning of White House 1814 Ink.

I don’t know where this will lead, but my energy calmed in doing it.
I don’t know if this will help the people marching in the streets,
and my intention is set to add my energy to their rallies, peacefully.

I’m Listening.  I will continue to add these pieces.

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About dkatiepowellart

hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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