Monday, July 21, 2014
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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