At last we have settled in to our new home. It has been weeks since the logistical obligations have quieted, and now the new home-studio is calling me. It’s been a long semi-imposed hiatus from art and poetry in the transition – I am finally ready to get painting.. (The poetry comes on its own accord, but I have my ways to coax it forth.)
I have been fortunate enough to have had a variety studios over the years of migration. Whether the studios were public or private spaces; rustic or more refined; I’ve learned that larger size, more comfortable ergonomics and better lighting had not been enough for my creative spirit to flourish; the sometimes elusive qualities of intimacy and sense of sanctuary has always had the final say. This particular indigenous burrow, I`m happy to say, carries a good Feng Shui current, and I felt it on first entry when it was empty – getting a good charge. This space seems to intentionally support my hermetic cave ritual ways…
I restrain myself from perpetual painting so as not to feel I’m in some repetitive production line. I`m not into art for art’s sake and it’s not a capitalist factory. I have no inclination or notion of clever marketing for notoriety. Art is work but if this work becomes rote without a passionate deeper communion; the painting is left empty of the mystical fire that is the foundation of my story building.
A rendering with this stimulus conceives a living story. This story and its inhabitants can enter the dreams or visions of others, inspiring or enlivening the new receiving enthusiast. That’s what I can hope for, and I have been lucky enough to see and hear such magic transpire.
Months have passed in gestation, I always learn a little more each time I take a break. There’s a restless incubating for the future creative flow, the charged spontaneity of “art” needs to be cooked in nature: silence, solitude, dream and vision. I am to fill up with longing and the strange emptiness, gathering the smallest flickers of shadow and light, the animal movements and falling leaves, the feel of stone and wood, earth and rain showers, patches of sun on the damp mountains filled with rogue winds. I am to have the powerful meeting with the reindeer spirit in dream, and later its offspring. It is gathering words and the unspoken things said, and sometimes the nameless oracular comes through. It’s a composting of feeling attunement to the timeless time in the fullness of deep silence, and the minute sounds of nature calling attention forth to movement, in relation with the all. This is the essence and some of the elements, and nutrients needed to birth a new story in paint or poem.
I am just one of many who must have this relationship with their art. There is nothing grandiose going on here, nothing created out of an ivory tower, just a creative space I love inside out that allows a quiet simplicity to infuse the work, it is a way of life, any nature lover would recognize … This is no highfalutin language to elevate the I, but reflections on a relationship with the earth and it’s ever unfolding spirit-how it gets inside and propels me to create like our living earth does.
I am one being in the eternity of cosmologies attending the mystery; often fumbling in the dark, sometimes my work is enough to spark the sleeping fire in the heart of a wandering soul – affecting their own inner story. These fine threads cultivated by paying attention to the subtle nuances of life, have been my nature, witnessing the nature of nature. Going inward to nature, seeing through my own atmosphere the earth and its inhabitants inside me. The shape of the lake mirror and the clear reflection she holds inside or passing cloud obscurity. I welcome the nourishing rain of Eire keeping me inside climbing the mountain of higher vision. – returning always to ground in the paint and canvas with animal knowing drawn from the roots of trees and branches of my ancestors… With heightened senses I speak through my heart/soul to the earth and the earth speaks back, and it says all things inside you for your work. And I am ready now after being impatiently patient – to begin again.