MYSTERY WOMAN

The graphite scritches on my canvas. Crosshatches. Lines. Shades. She appears from out of the mists. Without my pencil she cannot be seen. She surfaces from the plane. Simple in her nakedness. Candid. Fearless. Pure. I could call her Aphrodite, or Artemis, or even Mary Magdalene. She lingers in the  dusk of my dreams. I seek her. I will always seek her. I seek her in the shadows of the first snow moon. When the outline of her form emerges on my canvas I think to reach for my brushes & tubes of magenta & ivory, to capture her in hues of blue. It is then I know the bird has flown.   She is not to be possessed, only glimpsed; never to be held even in the field of vision. Ever present, never known, she is the woman of mystery we long for... who we adore.

CREATOR & THE CREATED

The great flow is between the male & the female. Like two otters, serpentine in the great stream of the stars, the principle of the male reaches to the principle of the female. Light flows from source. Whole universes blossom from the darkness. A star emerges. Light streams from the beginning to the end... from spark to dark. In the process of creating the Creator creates the origin of creation itself. The Creator & the Created. No division. In the flow of Light it is always One.

FIRMAMENT

INFLUENCE

I create art but never in a vacuum. William Blake. Velasquez. Painting is a conversation from past masters to the present. I enter the conversation with my painting "Star". Tarot card. XVII. "The Star"  Major Arcana....

“All our dreams revolve around this star; one’s personal truth is the source of one’s dreams. This source cannot run dry - it is simply a matter of finding it and doing as the figure in the picture does: taking it in her hand and letting the earth become fruitful. When the star then illuminates not only the night but the day as well-- then this truth radiates in its full splendour.”

HAND

Beckon      

Offer
 WaveOpen

GraspStroke

 Touch

Hold 

 Feel

  




                 Receive

STAR

The solar winds that blow but do not blow

Define a lattice vast as endless lace,

Traverse the empty fields of outer space

Arrive before this moment moves to go

& you & I, our gaze defined by now

Resist the urge to hold this knowing close,

The surface still, through which we dip our toes...

The ease with which we break our sacred vow.

The fear’s not what’s unknown, but what we know.

My mirrored face is not my truest face.

The snow-bent bough is not the tree’s real bough

& where my thoughts meander no-one goes.

From light to light, from source to source, the flow

Of solar wind with diamond seeds we sow.