As I child, I was fascinated with fairies, goblins and elves. It never occurred to me that they didn’t exist. Snails provided icing for my mud pies while I slept and the next day the pies were magically transformed. Mushrooms and Toadstools housed the smallest of beings – too tiny to actually see but I knew they were there. Water droplets, caught by the sun, provided me with a myriad of colors. It was here nature spirits wanted my attention. As an adult, I don’t think I have changed these beliefs very much. Nature spirits still dance with the sun on my lawn. Everything is alive with an innate life force motivated by a Divine Intelligence. Attaching a name to something, defining it, and giving it only one meaning dismisses it. Much is lost because of this. Imagination is squelched. Shame really...
The Garden Nymph looks back at me with as much curiosity as the one who is doing the looking. Camouflaged by its surroundings, this little character is not in the slightest bit interested in what I think or what anyone else thinks either – it lives with its own “is-ness”, it exists for its own sake. We could learn a lot from such a being.
Being sensitive to other realities is fodder for artists. I am glad it runs parallel to my existence. Does it make me a better painter? I hope so. I know it expands my viewpoint – of what I consider appropriate subject matter. Like all esoteric paintings, they paint themselves and The Garden Nymph is one of those.
Nature Spirits are my beloved Friends. They are everywhere; in frosty snowflakes, raindrops resting on branches, in the center of a lupine leaf or wherever the imagination leads. They are visible when the sun shines through a flower petal or on a dog’s cold wet snout. Garden insects know them well and interact continually. Nature Spirits laugh in the wind, play in the surf and dance with apple blossoms. With lightning speed they impart their magic asking nothing in return. When one is conscious of One’s surroundings, their presence can be felt. The wonder of the natural world is renewed.
This painting is my response to the wonder I feel for and from the natural world. The figures (or are they branches?) are dancing to some mystical silent symphony heard with the inner-ears of the soul.
I remember as a child watching dandelions blowing their fairy dust into the wind. Mud pies, made in the afternoon, had shiny “icing” on top the next morning. And do you remember how the tiniest of creatures were really fairies and elves rather than mere insects? I wrote a poem that helps describe this even more:
Oh look who came in the night and covered the lawn with diamonds, rubies, emeralds and sapphires.
They waited for the Beloved to come – to awaken them.
The soul is enriched.
Then they leave the stage
United with the Love that created them
To come another day to bless the earth
Perceiving Nature Spirits takes practice. Expanded dimensions open up to those who search for them. St. Frances of Assisi knew this. We are told he preached to the birds. Tibetan monks won’t even kill insects. A pet rock becomes a talisman imbued with the energy of the one carrying it.
Creating images using paint and paper is not unlike the talisman’s rock. It, too, becomes infused with the mystical Presence of Nature’s spiritual domain. A transformation has taken place. Paper and paint convey natures hidden secrets for all to see………….for all of those who want to.
Like painting, writing is another form of creative expression. Instead of using brushstrokes, however, one uses words. Writing creates inner visualization and this is what this blog is to be about. Some writings will have paintings but not all of them. The covid pandemic has brought out the writer in me and I am loving creating using this venue.