Saturday, March 7, 2015
Last night I was listening to some mantras while working on an intuitive painting in my studio and I decided to make a video. I had no plan as to where the painting was going, I just kept adding paint and letting myself be absorbed by the energy of the mantras. It ended up being a long video so I edited some of it out to make it shorter.
Friday, March 6, 2015
Cleaning up is the hardest part because by then what little energy I managed to scrounge up to paint has at that point been completely depleted so I try to keep things fairly tidy throughout the whole process. I keep a big bin of water in the sink and rinse out brushes, tools, stamps, etc... as I go. I also try to clean off the large plexiglass palette I use a few times during the process so I am not faced with a ton of dried on acrylics that must be scrubbed and scrapped off at the end.
The thing that I think helps me the most is that I play various chants and mantra music during my painting sessions. A few of my favorite mantra singers are Snatam Kaur, Ajeet Kaur, Simrit, Dave Stringer, Mirabai Ceiba, Krishna Das, Deva Premal, and many other Spirit Voyage artists. (Each artists name is a link to a video of their music on YouTube). The sound of these sacred chants helps lift my energy level just enough to channel my creative focus and allow me to create what ever images flow through me and onto the paper. I find these chants incredibly restful and healing on a very deep soul level. Chanting the many names of God restores and balances me in a way that allows my creativity to continue to flow, even if only for very short periods of time. This is proving to be an incredible blessing for me when I am not able to get out and socialize.
Here are a couple of abstracts I have done lately.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Feather and Bone
3 White Ravens
My first attempt at making an art quilt and doing free motion embroidery
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The Greatest of These
My first attempt at thread sketching on a beautify piece of heavy hemp cloth
With a little color added. I think I liked it better without the color. Live and learn!
Friday, February 20, 2015
Water, bone, bed, bedrock—
whatever is underneath, below what’s below.
Sudden touchable quiet, shadow
of a shadow. Weather. Sadness turning
ordinary. Nameless illness coming on.
A knock at the door so gentle
it could be anything. Distance.
The just thing not said, or said too late
or said exactly and without mercy.
Wind rising. Whatever might rise.
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Do you have hope for the future?
someone asked Robert Frost, toward the end.
Yes, and even for the past, he replied,
that it will turn out to have been all right
for what it was, something we can accept,
mistakes made by the selves we had to be,
not able to be, perhaps, what we wished,
or what looking back half the time it seems
we could so easily have been, or ought...
The future, yes, and even for the past,
that it will become something we can bear.
And I too, and my children, so I hope,
will recall as not too heavy the tug
of those albatrosses I sadly placed
upon their tender necks. Hope for the past,
yes, old Frost, your words provide that courage,
and it brings strange peace that itself passes
into past, easier to bear because
you said it, rather casually, as snow
went on falling in Vermont years ago.