Posted in artistic, Personal Story

Painting

My paintings…

Each one, a series of meditations

Each, a journey within and without

A gathering of power

An opening of heart and channel

A capturing of potential

Of power and expression

A story

A moment

A pouring of love into form

A danced collaboration with the mineral consciousness, through colourful paints.

Each is a personal pilgrimage with myself

A mastery of myself

Each blew me open a little more

Each is my child

A birth into life

Each is a gift that was given from the divine

Through me

For the world…

Posted in artistic, Inspiration, the Creator

Swimming in the Divine Flow

From the perspective of being an artist and previously, a teacher of art history, I’ve long wondered if the unconscious pursuit of art is to find God, or at least, try to understand God.  Recently, whilst watching the film Effie Gray, the character John Ruskin says just about the same thing and it got me thinking.

Is our exploration of the divine, our desire to pin down the Creator, ever going to be possible?  Because we are limited by our ability to perceive such an expansive and limitless energy.  And yet, we do have the potential to be able to touch the divine because we hold the energy signature within ourselves, every single one of us.  We came from the divine, we are of the divine, we just happen to have got so very out of touch with that expression of our being. 

To be in the divine flow allows us to experience a greater level of this incredible energy. And if we go deeper, we experience resonance. Is it at the point that we know oneness-with-all that we are resonating strongest?

The written word cannot go where art goes, art and music, they both have an abstract quality that frees them. Art is a symphony of colour and shape and music is being bathed in vibrations that awaken something buried within our nature. Both engage the emotions rather than intellect at their best. And as much as it is possible to channel the divine source through words, it’s not as easy to get out of the way and the palette we have to work with is smaller. Mozart channelled the divine source beautifully through his music, as does Lisa Gerrard today. And l’m sure Rumi did in his poetry with words. And yes, I feel that every true artist does that, from prehistoric cave paintings to Banksy.

I sense that this isn’t one for the intellect and yet, as I write now, my writing is of the intellect. This is a deeper realisation, an embodiment. Perhaps that’s why it has to be art. I think specifically of Vincent Van Gogh. I would have liked to have met him. I feel he had a profound passion for the divine burning within his soul, so strong that it burned him in his flesh. I can see very well how his painting was a search for the greatest truth, for the divine in life.

The next time you are looking at a work of art by an artist who has dedicated their life to their art, especially abstract art where ‘subject’ is not in the way, imagine you are looking at the divine. Imagine the frequency of the divine source is accessible to you through that image. Allow yourself to immerse yourself in it, walk into it. Put intellect, judgements and prejudices aside, just for a moment, and swim in it. And then, know that you can do the same with anything. With any scene, landscape, situation or experience because it’s all divine source.