Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Solstice Paint

Yesterday while I was painting all the mundane trivialities of daily life that have been threatening to swamp me, all started to fall away, like drops of water drying in the sun. The power and force of what starts to well up inside me as I paint always amazes me! Energy enters through my feet and surges through my body, exploding onto the canvas. My brain stops chattering and it feels as though my whole body is entering and breathing into the painting...I take a "little trip" and return at the end completely nourished and energized and clear about who I am and what I was meant to do in this lifetime! I LOVE painting the EARTH! When I am engaged in these earth paintings there is nothing I would rather be doing, I am completely and fully present in the moment.

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Friday, June 18, 2010

Wild Earth

 

 

 

 The paintings of the "wild earth" continue to emerge, more slowly at the moment,

but she is painfully present as her wound continues to bleed beneath the ocean.
A beautiful passage by Susan Griffin was sent to me by the @septembermay (Jesse Mendes)
which moved me profoundly:

"As I go into her, she pierces my heart. As I penetrate further, she unveils me. When I have reached her centre, I am weeping openly. I have known her all my life, yet she reveals stories to me, and these stories are revelations and I am transformed. Each time I go to her I am born, like this. Her renewal washes over me endlessly, her wounds caress me; I become aware of all that has come between us, of the noise between us, the blindness, of something sleeping between us. Now my body reaches out to her. They speak effortlessly, and I learn that at no instant does she fail me in her presence. She is as delicate as I am: I know her sentience; I feel her pain and my own pain comes into me, and my own pain grows large and I grasp this pain with my hands, and I open my mouth to this pain, I taste, I know, and I know why she goes on, under great weight, with this great thirst, in drought, in starvation, with intelligence in every act does she survive disaster. This earth is my sister; I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am how we admire this strength in each other, all that we have lost, all that we have suffered, all that we know: we are stunned by this beauty, and I do not forget: what she is to me, what I am to her."

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