Category Archives: Art
Recent photos and reflections after my Archetypes workshop in Las Alpujarras, Spain.
Back in the UK, and breathe. Breathing into the wind in the trees and the air from the sea. Mind cooling. I have decided to only hold art retreats in the spring, autumn and winter in future. The next one … Continue reading
Painting our Archetypes, day five.
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..
Cafe
A cafeFirst since MarchCoffee too strongUnused to barista strength,These daysWind howlingSummer seems goneFriend arrives lateAnd masked Avoiding the eyeOf the loudest man in the roomHe corners meI make my excusesEscape to female conversationStilted and awkwardWe disagreeOn most thingsI gently attune … Continue reading
Paradise Garden
A painting of a paradise garden with white bird, woman and cat with Stargazer lilies. Measures 61 cm by 76 cm. 24 inches by 30 inches. Acrylic paint and gold leaf. In my etsy shop.
Art and Rebellion
‘Art is the activity that exalts and denies simultaneously.’ ‘No artist tolerates reality,’ says Nietzche. That is true, but no artist can get along without reality. Artistic creation is a demand for unity, and a rejection of the world. But … Continue reading
Gold Mouths Cry
Gold mouths cry with the green youngcertainty of the bronze boyremembering a thousand autumnsand how a hundred thousand leavescame sliding down his shoulder bladespersuaded by his bronze heroic reason.We ignore the coming doom of goldand we are glad in this … Continue reading
The Mystic
The Mystic is often misunderstood in our culture, depicted as a wandering or lighthearted daydreamer. Yet like Shiva, the true Mystic plays a critical role in society, remaining fearlessly dedicated to the path of transformation. In order to save the … Continue reading
Longing
I have lived with it all my life Although as a child I didn’t know its name But I was able to conjure up ideas and games And hours of solitude Exploring bush land and creeks Creating reams of dreams … Continue reading
The Still Point
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are … Continue reading
