Just sitting comfortably at my computer after a frustrating battle with the internet connection. That battle isn’t over but at least I can access my website to begin yet another challenge with updating. Needless to say I am far from a computer whiz kid. So…what about the title of this blog post. Niggling problems and frustrations don’t usually provide inspiration for creative work….or maybe, their inspiration is indirect. After a particularly nasty encounter with the mundane I’m drawn to my studio like a iron filing is drawn to a magnet. Once there, the air and my mind seems clearer, enabling the flow of that slow-moving river of imagination, vision, and memory which cause the paint to flow onto the canvas.
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Cryptic
Release the reins of preconception
Open eyes to every mark
Step through the veil to silence
Regard the mystery’s heart
Contemplate the cryptic image
Ma Ganga descends the heights
The mind a moonflower
Radiant on full moon nights
Light snagged on its surface
By the glowing sun
On a slow- moving river
Even sky will waltz
And trees will sprout
From the watery depths
Bubbling springs of endless paths
Wind to the horizon
And snake to the heavens
Flowing and glowing
Behind closed eyes
Reflections upon reflections
Choose the journey
Inward or out
Memory and imagining
Entwining in spirals
Past or future
Residing in now
Scratch the surface
To reveal what’s hidden
Or rub till it’s warm
If you believe in fate
Will the truth be revealed
Or in emptiness found
When brush moves paint
Reenchantment of the River
Walking by the river
I pause as the din of otherness and angst
Dissipates into the spaces between existence.
Stillness and clarity infuse the air
Till my breath slows
To the river flowing ceaselessly
Reaching to timelessness
Circling through history
Carrying memory, myth and metaphor
Imaginations reality.
Submerging hands I cup the mystery
And awaken to tributaries moving beneath skin
Etching paths of light
Mapping the universe
Pulsing at fingertips with primordial rhythm.
Transparent gold and memory fragments
Coalesce into pools of luminiscent amber
Layer upon layer
Brush caresses canvas
And the river dons a veil of reenchantment.