Surrender, Grace, Focus, Wonder
Living life this way is a blessing
“You will live there in the end house on the point of land facing that tiny Grace islet”
The most inspiring dreams occur.
Celebrating a dream manifest to reality
Dreams are the stuff of my imaginal realm
My connection to spirit fuel my paintings, they are threads that weave into the enormous web of life. Dreams speak loud. Will I fulfill the life contract I am asked to express, be the hollow reed, embrace the illumination I am gifted. Each choice matters each choice shapes the character of who I am. Each choice resonates for all to feel.
I merge into five days of intense hands on learning and fulfillment, making a physical manifestation of a dream that had come to me months before.
My medium is usually paint on paper. But more is asked of me. I stretch my comfort to fabricate these visions and meaning into a brooch.
Martin Ebbers, a German master goldsmith with over thirty years of award winning excellence accepted me into studio. From 10- 6pm for five days he coaches me on the alchemy of molten metal.
Winter 2015 the American South West calls. I search for warmth and quiet time to ponder new paintings and stories.
We allot three weeks away to drive some of the spectacular California coast between Carmel and Santa Barbara, settle for ten days in Palm Desert for sun, swim, yoga and reading, then to slowly make our way back home to Salt Spring Island. It becomes a leisurely drive of deep conversation, spawned by thought provoking pod casts. An awesome drive for the natural beauty that evokes silence and wonder.
The Oregon countryside is green rolling lush with tucked in farms, grazing sheep and cattle. The vistas to Mount Shasta, its majesty clearly defined sends shivers of remembrances for previous dreams triggered by this energy vortex. This time is no exception as reverie swallows me, I travel into the snow capped mountain to visit the Crystal Cave with towers of milky calcite lite from an inner source. A resonance sends chills down my spine. Drip drip, liquid lime echoes past me down a black corridor. At the cave entrance Lake Shasta is many meters below. Steep sloped muddy bank meet a flattened lake a shadow of its former self. My lucid dream fades as our drive Continue reading
I walked a circumambulatory journey around my island home. A walking meditation with attention for the love I feel for Salt Spring Island and the precious Earth we inhabit. I write about this walk in my April blog 2012. Five years hence my remembrance is curious. I had the thought that this undertaking be a grand walk the length and breadth of Salt Spring on main roads, forest pathways, coastal beaches and through main villages. I surrender to however long it takes. I walk an average of 2 hours each day ultimately covering over 150 kilometers. I begin each walk where I left off marking my place with prayer flags and blessing the walk with gratitude for each experience . I see this walk a pilgrimage, one of many in my life. Curiously Continue reading
France a love affair of countless journeys over decades I surrender to its warm embrace and paint from my heart. A year lived in Provence. A walk on a 1,000 year old pilgrimage path in Languedoc. Sojourn by aqua Mediterranean to experience colour through the eyes of Chagall, and Renoir. “Toujour Amour” is a love of everyday France. The swoon of castle tops on The Dordogne, or a sip of wine under a gnarled olive tree.
These newest paintings are experiences, whispered secrets in fifteenth century stone hamlets it’s slate roof tops glint in evening luminescence. Stone homes burnished, ages worn brightened in each season. Iris, wisteria, rose, a moving tapestry of life lived to fullest.
Time lost in Fairytale hamlets and deep in prehistoric caves awakens as I stir pigment and water. My imaginings energize on canvas. I surrender, to the breath of ancient, myth, magic. I vision a story, a design of simplistic line, movement of multilayered beasts rendered by 14,000 year old artists on the walls of Lascaux.
I ask what is it that calls to be painted then feel the cord of creativity, a soul lust urges me to express and sing my experience. Energy bubbles and yearns to be repeated through the filters of my perception, this France is a toujour amour.
Home now on Salt Spring Island after a two month retreat in rural south west France. Paintings to complete vie for attention as we settle into our new home in Ganges.
Business updates and meetings with Leanna we hear about her busy past two months in the Gallery. Friends and family celebrations and sharing all our stories, France is now behind us, sweet memories recede and are replaced with lists of to dos.
We come to our senses and take a precious few days to escape on “DreamTime” our trawler, a Grand Banks. We sail out of Ganges Harbour with a gentle rock of lapping wavelets. Pristine beauty views so clear in every direction. The coastline is
punctuated with sandy beaches, and rocky out cropping. Stately homes curl up with Continue reading