RAINBOW BODY

We default to seeing ourselves as corporeal beings. On the level of chemistry we are complex webs of protons & electrons.  On the deep plane of quantum physics we are swirling entities  of energy. Our souls… of what substance are they made? That is a gnarly question. There is an understanding that our true spiritual being is made of light. When the surfaces & planes are reduced past the outside going in or going way way out… we are purely & simply made of light. It is our quest… our spiritual voyage to manifest this deep pure beauty of the inner light of the Source that nourishes our very being… we open up to our rainbow bodies… the fractal seeds of the great prismatic play of impermeable light. Irridescent. Incandescent. Incalculable

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SENTIENT BEINGS

Why do we feel this world is our dominion? I am so fatigued with the arrogance of my species Homo Exaltatiens. The living creatures of this beautiful planet are myriad. I choose to see this world, & yes, the Universe at large, as one interwoven living organism. Humankind teeters out of balance from the symbiotic harmony that defines our place in the Creation. Yes… I use the images of animals to tell a story in my paintings. In my work, I see the symbolism of the Age of the Ram giving way to the Age of the Fish at the time of Akhenaten while the Dove of the Resurrection rises up & the Cobra of Eternity coils above the head of the Emperor. But I  see also that each of these creatures has its place in the Creation as living, conscious spiritual entities… no more inferior to me than woman is inferior to man, or one race from the other. That will be true spiritual liberation when all sentient beings exist on the same plane as beloved equals.

SPHERICAL

TRANSFIGURATION

Difficult concept for me. It all distills down to the purity & simplicity of this single moment. The great spiritual leaders of the past do not merely exist in history which, after all, slips through the fingers of time like silky mist. They exist now. They emerge in me & you in real time. Now!  

Yeshuah… Siddhartha… Lao Tzu… Rumi… Gandhi… when I ease back on the throttle of my personhood… they come forward… through their words… & more mysteriously they emerge holographically in our very being. 

My great friend Bryan bears a striking resemblance to the great pharaoh Akhenaten. Uncanny really. This is not to say that Bryan is anything but his own person. In Bryan, I see traces… nay seams of the great visionary monotheist, the source for Moses & the beginning of the Judeo Christian culture. Akhenaten surfaces here in real time in the being of my brilliant young friend.

THE EMPEROR

How to represent the Divine in an image… is it possible? Arguably all art is an endeavour to approach that challenge. What other proof do you need but Bach’s Mass in B minor… Monet’s Water Lilies… or Heisenberg’s theories for that matter. I love symbols. Understanding the patterns of symbols… the narrative of images they represent… the secrets they enfold… this pleases me. There is no solution only the intrigue of the puzzle. Who was Akhenaten? What are the ages of Aquarius, Ares, Pisces? Did we really come from the constellation Orion? The colours of the chakras… can that possibly be more than a superstition? A fish, two rams, a cobra & a dove…. what do I know about these? The sun… always the sun… it all goes back to the Light. The penetrating light. A mystery prevails. I enter that mystery. Hmmmmmmm…… Aha!