Wild curls..

I think curls are becoming kind of my thing, they keep coming back in my paintings and I love to swirl my brush around making them, it’s like dancing with paint. The curls and big hair give my paintings a look of wildness, and I often feel the urge to combine it with calmness; to balance it.

I wasn’t always so happy with curls, especially not my own actual curls when I was a little girl. They kept getting into knots and it was often painful to get them out, I remember once we had to go to the hairdresser to cut a really big one out of my hair, I was pretty upset..

But of course I got used to them and by the time I was a teenager I was a specialist in taming my curls and tying them back, controlling them.

I just love the symbolism here; curls can be seen as wildness, letting go, go with the flow (or the wind), dancing, playing around. When I tried to tame my curls and tying them up, I was very occupied with trying to get control of my life, fitting in, holding on, often with a lot of tension (fuzzy damaged hair..)
Step by step I have learned to let go more, unleash my hair, let it move by itself, let it float on the wind, enjoying it, finding my own way and my own community.

What if we look as curls as challenges, as paths we can take, sometimes we get lost, sometimes we end up in a knot, that can feel save, as in a shell, or hard like in a cage, we can take us out of the knots, be brave, continue choosing waves and curves, paths, finding our own flow and release our energy being ourselves, finding our own personal truth.

Let’s play with our curls!