Today is the day that the light turns to darkness and where reason meets unattachment and closure seals a clearer path in my artistic endeavors. I have experimented with illustrations and writing for the Children's Literature market. I have had a few successes. Yet for the last five years, I have done more dappling into abstract paintings and the practice of yoga.
Today I sorted through my stories and illustrations from the last ten years and put my best work into a bomb fire. Burn baby burn! It smelt awful. Paper ash no good unless you have a steady metal grate that covers the fire. And it roared from about 10 am to 7 pm.
With the remaining work, I glued into three massive canvases. I then painted over my old, glued work! See below, this is the first of this series of paintings.
As I write and paint and sketch . . .this season, the angle of the sun reminds me of the lifted atmosphere of autumn. I breathe it in and fold into baddha konasana.
Fall comes in like a sly slow ship.
Colors change
Winds swirl
Afternoon rays scorch
ensures nature's death
So there is room for winter.
Trees stand tall
Rocks bask
Waters undulate
Hearts ignite.
The ship sails toward thick waves.
Known uncertain
Dive into cold
Treasure box found deep
ensures radiant light
So there is room for winter.
These mini sketches reveal this. See them live at Bertoni's in Warwick. Opening Saturday Sept 14th 5-7 pm. Will be on display until December 30th.
Bonjour mes amies: I am delighted to announce the Perspectives Exhibition at Bertoni Gallery in Warwick. Four of my paintings will be on display until June 2, 2019. A little bit more about perspective, from my perspective: Perspective can be as quiet
and slow as an undisturbed morning. One that is fresh and clear
and spins into a new adventure of color; As soon as I open my eyes, I begin to work.
Perspective is the golden
yellow that pulsates from a winter lake. Perspective is a ubiquitous
scarlet that luminates a springtime meadow. Perspective is that deep passionate violet that sets in at dusk on a sultry
summer night. Perspective is a torrent of moss brown leaves that churn in an autumn
storm. What moves me to paint is the cast of light upon color and how the rays
change its hue and vibrational quality I perceive. It is my wish that as you
observe my paintings you experience a play of light and a tug of dark and light
colors dancing across the paper to form a harmonious composition. A bientot!
I have gone full throttle into my yoga practice this past fall and into 2019. I am part of a Teacher Training at Naturally Yoga which has immersed me in more consistent breathwork, smarter movement in poses and deep meditations. Along with a whole lot more! Look mates, all this yoga and I feel a little bit like . . .
An American Werewolf in London (1981)
A Werewolf? No! Transformative? Yes!Yet the wolf theme relates, since tomorrow's Super Blood Wolf Moon (SBWM) is supposed to be the only total lunar eclipse of the year. It is named in this way because it denotes a lunar eclipse that happens on the first full moon of the new year. Specifically, super means the moon will be seen larger in the sky and blood for the earth's reddish shadow on the moon. Finally, there's wolf referring to wolf mating season during January and February.
I am hoping the lunar eclipse will be as electric as Solar Eclipse of 2017. Perhaps it's a call to move from old patterns and rise up only to what you want to bring forth. I am not sure if it means to stick to your new year's resolutions. I think it means have the courage to shut out external noise and really listen your inner energy. My sense since I've been doing all this yoga, I feel like the same old me, just redirecting my energy. I'd like to poetically say that I am vibrating at a different frequency. But I think I flipped a switch in my thinking. It reminds me of my rock and roll husband's influence on our house. I borrowed his Back in Black album the other day and couldn't be helped but be taken away.
AC/DC stands for Alternating Current/Direct Current so riff on this: Yes, I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about I've been looking at the sky 'Cause it's gettin' me high Forget the hearse 'cause I never die I got nine lives Cat's eyes
Angus Young and the rest of ACDC make me want to howl- like I am 18 years old. So maybe this SBWM means peeling away the labels I place on myself (mother, wife, daughter, sister, yogi, art teacher, artist, writer, etc...) When I look up at the eclipse tomorrow, I will wonder: Who am I in these dark, quiet moments? What sparkly secret will I whisper to myself? And most important, I will take a deep breath and feel.
May I gently suggest: turn off the bloody telly, forget your bloomin' screens and gaze until you meditate and meditate until you howl, howl, howl at the moon!!
