That is what she whispered to me.
Loud and clear. Looking into my eyes.
Yes, you heard right:
I continued to paint.
Trying to ignore the voice.
Falling more and more in love with her image.
Her gentle presence.
And her calm and confident being.
Silently she kept insisting: “Shoot me.”
Probably noticing my hesitation
she added softly
“If you can…”
I kept wondering what she meant.
“I know it is a lot to ask, but
it is important.”
The request is clear.
She is not begging or whining.
Kindly and wisely guiding me.
She has a plan.
Since finishing the painting part
and waiting for the stretcher frame
I have been asking myself:
You can read about how the painting started in one of my previous blogs: There is a kudu in my studio