*I saw a rose the other night. I was with my dear long lost friend kerri, down from Mullimbimby, and we went for a stroll around the Northcote streets, and the sun was setting, and the twilight magic light set in. A rose was singing with sublime colour.
*I was at Camberwell market early on Sunday morning, and snapped a box of toys unlikely to be sold that day. Perhaps the seller would soon start gifting them to unsuspecting children, who's parents wished more than anything else for no more soft toys in their house.
*I finished my painting course, a week of floating in colour consciousness, the light and darkness and their dance in the forming of yellow green and violet.
*I have the most wonderous photo of my youngins', as my camera is on the blink and from now on everything will be green with candy stripes!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I am back in the the realm of dancing light, drawing colours in charcoal, feeling the see of cosmic consciousness on the tips of my charcoal laden fingers. Again, I am studying the veil painting technique taught by Liane Collot d'Herbois.
We are working with this verse as a contemplation for the week.
The stars spake once to Man.
It is World-destiny
That they are silent now.
To be aware of the silence
Can become pain for earthly Man.
But in the deepening silence
There grows and ripens
What man speaks to the Stars.
To be aware of the speaking
Can become strength for Spirit-Man.