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Inspiration I

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.



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.