Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Laying on my yoga mat, deep in contemplation, the words appeared...
from the vacumous traces of life, something else emerges
There is a journey of pointing that begins to occur for me from the moment I accept a painting commission. There is a knowing or a resonance that arises within my awareness with each pointing.
My attention is drawn to words that are heard within and without, images or scenes that appear in daily life, and particular colours that flash into vision. Together with inner visions, these pointings all begin to lay the foundations of contemplation for the painting. It was one of these moments that I heard the pointing... from the vacumous traces of life, something else emerges.
The weeks that led up to committing paint to canvas were somewhat fraught with doubts and fears about how to begin, along with a mix up from the canvas supplier. I also remember the client saying she was going into retreat and I felt then that nothing would probably come until after this time.
So it was with some amusement when I had tried in vain to start the painting in early January only to cover most of this with my hands rubbing layers of pale yellow, green, grey and white onto a cream background. Feeling somewhat frustrated I flew off to Melbourne for my birthday deciding I would revisit it on my return.
On the afternoon of the 28th January I entered the studio again to be greeted by a canvas that was still in it's bare bones and I stood there wondering where to begin?
The phone range. It was the client. I picked up laughing, she returned my laughter saying... 'You rang?' I plonked myself down at the studio doorway and we chatted for what seemed like hours until I felt the deep peace come over me. When I finished the call, I stood up, turned and picked up the brush and commenced. I painted for four hours straight, never feeling a doubt or concern, but moving with quiet confidence and knowing action. Over the next days the painting just kept evolving effortlessly and each layer and stage was clearly apparent in the moment it was needed.
The painting became the living demonstration of it's title.... Mx
Sunday, September 15, 2013
I'm currently on a little sojourn in Bali for a month, having been gifted a housesit in Penestanan, a small village, just outside Ubud, where I'm living with two cats and a happy family of turtles and fish. The weather is wet and warm. The days are spent wandering lanes and rice paddy tracks, peeking through doorways and making lots of cafe stops along the way. Bali seduces me at every turn and it has been a delight to indulge my artistic eye in taking photos and playing with Instagram... Mx
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Thursday, May 9, 2013
It "appears" a sequence of spontaneous events occurred this week that opened a door to my discovering a website which features inspiring content for people interested in art and awareness. OMG! I was immediately absorbed into a new world, meeting like-minded friends, and reading insights that brought me to tears.
As an artist my journey has been one of a spontaneous awakening in 2002, followed by a prolific outpouring of an intituitve body of work, only to fall into the conceptual world of art school, emerging lost in identity and expression as an artist. So it was a heartfelt connection when I found the words of fellow artist, Miriam Louisa Simons, on her website 'the awakened eye':
When creating is happening I seem to disappear. This has always been a mystery for me.
In the beginning, as a child, there was simply the delight of making things. Pure play. Innocent wonder. Then, during the years of my education, the criteria invented by those who knew what 'art' was all about crowded in and I attempted to make my 'things' fit those criteria. I began to explore the intellectual arena called aesthetics. And the mystery faded, quietly, almost without notice.
For over twenty years I made my living creating wearable art. The magic of creativity was there, but it was increasingly elusive and erratic. Since its presence brought a profound and inexpressible sense of wonder and rightness, a sense of utter blessing which never occurred elsewhere in my experience, I began to stalk it. As I did so, it led me away from concerns with financial success, with exhibiting, and even with peer acceptance. It took me into the selva oscura, into exile.
The inquiry into creativity had become my teacher, my guru. It took me to places all over the world where I would be involved in creative education, where I would meet others whose over-riding passion was the mystery of creation. It kept me on the road for decades practicing, teaching, inquiring. It ensured I'd never become locked into making a certain type of art product; if I fell into habit or repetition it simply disappeared. It was replaced by tedium.
This is just one of the many fabulous quotes from modern artists featured on this website, who's art and/or process points us towards awareness... the greatest gift Art can offer! Mx
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
|giving this understanding back to you|
|the mind is not party to this|
|would you have any knowledge of a foot or a floor?|
|the Universe will find ways of letting you know that you are treating it in a way that is in line with reality|
|it felt like a distraction for whom?|
|like death there is nothing to grab onto (Suzuki Roshi)|
|how are you relating to this?|
|the transposition to what we understand|
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
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Do I need a non duality teacher? That's been the question of late...and it seems for others too. I opened a post today from Non Duality America - Q&A with Dr Robert Saltzman #2 on this very subject... but first I'd like to to go back a bit...
Like many of you, over the years I have thrown myself into various spiritual beliefs and had a few teachers along the way. Well kind of. My first experience of a spritual teacher, to whom I totally surrendered my life much to my family's concern, ended up having a nervous breakdown and me running for the hills. After that I became aware of the word 'cult' and was a little reluctant to place so much faith in any one person. So what did I do? I joined the Catholic Church. Why? Safety in history and numbers me thinks! Well... it just seemed like a good idea at the time.
Yep... the church became my next teacher... which didn't last long due to the amazingly obvious outdated beliefs, a very arrogant priest denying me absolution of my sins as I was living with my 'to be' husband (it was 1997)... and too many incredibly boring sermons on Sundays. I did like the singing and candles bit... and Jesus of course... he was a bit of a spunk. So I left and took my Jesus into New Ageism and Christ Consciousness, only to find a man that apparently channelled Jesus himself. Wow!... this was much more entertaining. Unfortunately this guy turned out to be low on the integrity scales and after a rather messy sex scandal with some of the 'ashram' members, I found myself in a clueless, cultless, and teacherless de-sha-vue... vowing never do it again.
Ahh yes...."how soon we forget".... is the seeker's mantra!
It wasn't long and I found another bloke that was sprouting forth about 'non authority' as a way to live life... which sounded great except for the problem of him wanting a lot of say over my choices in life. It was at this point that I really decided to step out of the spiritual seeking merry-go-round, be they individuals or groups, and go it alone.
It was a couple of years before I even let myself near any spritual teachings... or so I thought. No!... this was different, this was practical, this was about getting my life together after years of floating about with my head in the clouds... this was Manifesting! Yes I joined the millions in the teachings of 'The Secret' and started my own group! Ahhh... no more teachers for me, I was the master of my own destiny now!
Of course, nothing really changed, and I became quite exhausted with these practices... enter Kathy and the non-duality teachings. Now as I've said before, it took me a couple of years to embrace, let alone start to understand these teachings, but over time I have listened to the words of Adyashanti, Jackie O'Keeffe, Scott Kiloby, Francis Lucille, Rupert Spira etc... and of course my friend Kathy. Which leads me to the question that arose about a week ago... do I need a non-duality teacher?
Coincidently I was listening to a radio broadcast by Adyashanti last week, followed by a video on YouTube called Western Masters of Non Duality (highly recommended) featuring Francis Lucille, Rupert Spira, Greg Goode and Jeff Foster. They all said a teacher was not necessary but can be helpful. So I took my question to Kathy... in a round-a-bout way. I asked her if she would call herself a 'teacher'? She said no. What I really wanted to ask was 'Would you be my teacher?', but somehow the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. She went onto say I didn't need one. I heard the clarity in this, together with a resonance in my body, and after a few days a peace within. So it was with great interest today, when I opened the Non Duality America post, to see that Dr Robert Saltzman calls himself a 'non teacher' and says...
At a certain point, advice and words from anyone—Nisargadatta, Ramana, or the man in the moon—cease to have meaning. Those words may have served as a pointer along the way, and that's fine, but sooner or later you will have to forget ALL those words and go it alone. This is why it is said that if you meet the Buddha in the road, kill him. If you do not kill the Buddha, you will remain forever a disciple and never actually find the ground of your OWN being... (continued here)
I like that. Mx