It has been said many times and in many ways that your heart holds all the treasure, talent, hope, joy and guidance that you require.
Art is a relationship between who we are and what we do and like all relationships it takes work to keep it alive. On the negative side, keeping it alive can be frustrating, exhausting, depressing and may cause one to want to give up. Fortunately there is a plus side where one experiences adventure, excitement and wonder at what is possible. Because we can trust this imbalance between the negative and positive aspects of painting, our efforts can come as a surprise as they bring us deeper in the magical process of creativity. For me, Barnyard Rooster is one of those paintings that invited me to dig deeper into what my heart holds.
At the onset of this painting excursion, I wasn’t after anything in particular. I was out to play – to experience water, paint and a delightful surface called terra skin. Barnyard Rooster is the outlandish result! Is it a Cockfight or is the rooster chasing a possible predator or is he just feeling his importance in the barnyard? All the descriptions are plausible but what I relate to is the action from the brushstrokes, the colors used and particularly the transformation between the descriptive strong darks and the mystical softer edges that support them.
It is true, at least for me, that the heart does hold all the treasure, talent, hope, joy and guidance that is required. Working at my relationship with Art is indeed an adventure – one I am more than willing to continue.
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.