One thing I have is a certain determination, and when I was approached by a lovely woman who lives in Almeria earlier in the year about my art retreats, and whether I would be holding one after the lockdown, I envisaged that somehow I would make it happen. And happen it did. I didn’t push it, but it just worked out beautifully that two more local women heard about it and wanted to join us, and combined with a 5 km walk along an acequia to friend and writer Chris Stewart and his wife Ana’s beautiful farm and a delicious lunch prepared by Chris and a tour of the farm by Ana, we had a wonderful creative explorative week. We painted every day, and barely stopped for lunch and I was so happy that people got so much out of it. It is a truth that painting heals, and there has been so much to process and assimilate this year, we all needed it like food. Exploring Jungian Archetypes through my self-devised method and process was deeply revealing.
Outside my window, every night sometimes until two am, the old ladies sit and crochet and talk together in the street. It’s as though they are weaving and talking the world to rights. What a beautiful way to live. Inside we painted and talked and it was similar. The conversation flowed with the paint as we painted our worlds into healing and cohesion.
In spite of it being mid September, the weather has been exceptionally hot sometimes and I have struggled with the heat in Spain this year. Mask- wearing is obligatory in public spaces and I have adapted to that okay. The church bell in Orgiva is a constant clang as bells here are made from iron, not bronze. We made a special pilgrimage to the Salto de Paula waterfall and the Era del Trance in Ferreirola and the wonderful gazeosa spring waters.
Anima Mundi epitomises the principle “Accept all. Reject none.” Simply put, it is the living soul of the world in all its multidimensional layers, bonded together by loving cosmic forces. Diversity is celebrated, multiplicity is honoured, and nothing is denied embrace. Constructs of separation dissipate into the wonderful mess of shared consciousness. Anima Mundi is the link between the literal and the imaginal, the rational and the mythic. It is the connective fibre that makes life meaningful. This card indicates an initiation on the level of the soul. You will awaken the unique light within and witness how this light contributes to the radiance of the entire universe. You will sense yourself as a critical note in the cosmic orchestra. Destiny is altered as you hear the enchanted melody of all living things.
Using my techniques including layering, glazes, stippling, controlled drips, pattern, stencilling, dry brush- work, working with light and shade, creating veil effects and mandalas, we continued to explore Jungian archetypes through painting, gold leaf and collage..
An oceanic mermaid drum, depicting the four elements, just completed for lovely client and friend Gabriela Aluna who will be using it for sound healing and performance with her beautiful singing and drumming.
I find it comforting to listen to the wonderful mystic psychonaut Terrence Mckenna while painting and imagine him drinking tea with me and discussing the world and its madness. In one of his podcasts he says, you must live your life as if the apocalypse has already happened.
A cafe First since March Coffee too strong Unused to barista strength, These days Wind howling Summer seems gone Friend arrives late And masked
Avoiding the eye Of the loudest man in the room He corners me I make my excuses Escape to female conversation Stilted and awkward We disagree On most things I gently attune to the differences
I escape to Jo’s shop We chat and spill forth Our agreements on most things True friends I tell her about dancing on the pier With Theresa Wine bottle in hand Glugging like winos The sea beneath us Last of the summer sun
I walk to Sarah’s Wind howling Scarf wrapped around my hair like a hijab She regales me with QAnon conspiracy I disagree with her Without saying a word Wind is howling through the cracks Of her seafront flat Slate grey rough seas
I make my excuses and run To the sanity And stoicism Of my companion Relieved and grateful for his civility We agree on most things And talk about daily details