The Mountain Day Fall Festival experience from last month has slowly digested and is now percolating. It was a gorgeous day, cloudy to begin but with a bit of help from the wind, the sun emerged and warmed us all. Our fourteen year old son was my compadre from before sunrise till sundown. We drove down the mountain while it was still dark, the car packed the night before with booth setup gear and a tub with my artwork. Continue reading “Labyrinths . . .”
What you need:: Magazines, and art supplies (read about them here).
Candles, music, a bouquet or a posy of flowers, tea, and company, as well as any other additions you dream up to setting your space, to be with creative practice are optionally limitless!
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step” ~Lao Tzu Continue reading “Springing Up”
It is raining as I write. It has been raining for two days under gray skies. Early this morning a cloud of black moved as one, winged its way over tree tops to the East, caawing loudly. The creek is swollen, rushing water forcing leaves and branches from where they’re piled up thickly, white waves bouncing along over submerged rocky banks. The Moon is in the constellation of The Archer, the Sun, Venus, and Neptune are together in that of The Waterbearer. My thoughts meander along into the domain of Anahita.
Anahita. Ancient Iranian Mother Goddess, all the waters of the world spring from her, the source of ever flowing Aban. Earth Goddess of plants, fertility and wisdom. Continue reading “Landing”
Interesting things happen when creativity is flowing . . . just showing up at the table curiously to move paint with regularity spills over, circulating and leading to new ventures. Last month’s play with one word and collage elements led to four paintings. In turn, they led to a short story that wove the four women into one tale. Moving from painting to writing a spark flew from the images holding story inside::in reverse::painting from word compressed haikus and expanding them to imagery. Continue reading “Red”
What’s moving now:: turning old paintings, mine and our childrens’, those big ones that’ve been around for a long while, into smaller ones, compost of sorts.
Started with a big sheet that’s been sitting for a while holding an acrylic painting of big flowers. Space keeper. Tore it into four and glued a spontaneously picked picture from magazines onto one. Then followed the lead of the image with paint, and played until a painting came through.
Continue reading “One Word”
“Bamboo shadows sweep the stairs,
But no dust is stirred.
Moonlight penetrates the depths of the pool,
But no trace is left in the water.”
One of my favorite lunar tales from India is about Soma, the Moon God. He was married to King Daksha’s 27 daughters, each living within a small portion of the twelve astrological constellations in their own lunar mansions. Continue reading “Art of The Moon”