Tuesday, October 20, 2015


~ The Quest ~ We inhabit three dimensional space on this plane of existence. The fourth dimension being time. Always in the now, continuously moving, ever-changing. And so, that is the conundrum, we are rooted on the earth and yet are always moving through time and space

In the ever-continuing presence of the Tao, the all that ever is, before time was counted, we were. The Earth is my mother ~ and to the earth I shall return. My body is made of earth and water. My soul whispers to me the tales of my father, whom crafted my spirit from universal love, my body from star dust, and inhabits the air that I breathe and the food that I eat. I listen and hear God's voice and the angels singing their songs of protection over me. This, shepherds my soul. This song of Valhalla leads me to lay in green pastures; and thus, my soul resides with my lord forever.

There is always much to be considered in the daily life. We are always under construction. The Quest ~ the warriors way, which is not war-like but is always ready, like water which flows around obstacles to find its way to the vast ocean. The Wu Wei (chinese, literally “non-doing”) is an important concept of Taoism and means natural action, or in other words, action that does not involve struggle or excessive effort. Wu wei is the cultivation of a mental state in which our actions are quite effortlessly in alignment with the flow of life. I try my best to aspire to this and at times I find I am at one with all there is, and at times I feel like I fail utterly, miserably.
And so it goes on.

I have begun a new painting. Purchased a nice 18" x 24" gessoed wood panel, for 50% off, yea ~ Drew out the design with pencil, sprayed a fixative on it and began the basic laying in of the background colors. In this case Dioxazene Purple and Ultramarine Blue. I have to go buy some Titanium White and probably Napthol Red medium for the color balance, tint and hue. It is a "Portrait of Fall." This time I am taking a photo after each session of painting and then I will publish the photos so you can see the progression. You would like that, huh?

In an earlier blog, I said I would publish my "magic box" photos and didn't... not here anyway. Just not satisfied with the way the photo's came out, doesn't do the piece service. The leaves are very subtle and do not photograph well, see below.
I will have to try it again with different lighting. Love ~ C


 



Sunday, October 4, 2015



Feeling very tired and a little sad today. There has been yet another mass shooting, this one not too far from where I live. We are murdering each other. Our constitutional rights are important, but it is long past time to figure out the best way - for all concerned - to make access to guns less easy for those with mental illness to obtain. It would take a national forum and national vote to get the changes needed to stop the madness. We can't leave it up to a bought and paid for congress.

So... I am exhausted. It has been a really long week, with my keeping a roof over my head job, news events, art show, and just living in general. I had an art show opening yesterday. Some friends showed up to support me, thank you very much.  Got to speak with other artists about their techniques and process. I left early, just didn't want to deal with small talk and people.

I am ready to change things up and plan to begin a new painting. After I got home from the gallery, I got out my drawing pad and began to work on an idea for the new piece.
 

 
I close my eyes only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity

Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

Now, don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind (all we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind), everything is dust in the wind (the wind)