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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1 comment:

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

These pieces are startling and beautiful and the written piece touched my heart. The light in your work speaks of light with deep shade and that is so sheltering.

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