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.
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.
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.