Relaxation

I have been going to see a hypnotherapist to help me relax and prepare for birth. I have been to two sessions. I haven't been able to go under hypnosis yet; Fred on the other hand, is quite successful. Fred isn't the one giving birth.

This piece is something that I envisioned during the first session. The hypnotherapist told us to imagine going down an escalator. Well, since D was with me during the vision exercise, I didn't feel safe going down an escalator with her. I imagined flying through clouds towards my baby. I don't know when the clouds metamorphosed into rainbows. They sky is a bright blue with hues of pinks, violets and green near the umbilical cord. We are still attached. The baby is lit by the sun, rays of light exploding behind him or her. I am diving through different colors of the rainbow closer and closer to relaxation. Holding my hands out to catch my baby. I see the rays of sun in between my fingers. My hair acts like a cape to help me glide down towards my goal. The top of the baby's head, which we can't is enveloped in purple as is my birth canal because purple represents power.


I sketched the bottom using, D as my model. I couldn't decide whether to use water colors first for the sky or to color the baby and me first using colored pencils. I decided to use water colors. I loved how we were both blank canvases surrounded by a sea of color. I should have taken a picture. I almost decided that the piece was done, but decided to complete it. Originally, I was going through rings of, prisms but it changed to different colors. I like how the orange and red rings blend with the sun rays.

Birth Art

Birthing from Within recommends birth art. Here is where it took me:


I was planning to paint me laboring in water, but it turned out to be something more powerful. I started using a heart sponge for the womb. I surrounded it with red. Red for blood and muscles. Then it turned into giving birth to the sun. I wanted to make sure I had the cervix wide open. The legs and arms are suppose to be muscular. The arms are open to represent the sun rising. My hair is suppose to be black and flowing, but it's more of a purple. My aura is purple because to me purple is strength. My aura explodes in orange flames, like the sun. I wanted to make sure my art extended the whole page to remember to give in to my labor. I painted my face last. I wanted my face to look peaceful, but it looks more like I'm in shock because of my O shaped mouth. I went back and tried to close my mouth. While typing I realized how painting can be compared to an art. You start with an idea, but it progresses; you just have to release yourself with the flows and surges.