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Inter - dimensional Highway
75x92. oil on canvas
Time ago, I was tricked into a place where no life loving being should go. I was nearly stuck in there and
at the very last moment, to my very good fortune, there were attending beings who found me. They
knew I should not be there and gave me three peas. They told me that I should cast the peas into a void.
I should jump on them quick, they said. As I did this, the Highway appeared. I recognized the space and
remembered the way of surfing on interdimensional highways. I could get back home. I know this place.
Time ago, I was tricked into a place where no life loving being should go. I was nearly stuck in there and
at the very last moment, to my very good fortune, there were attending beings who found me. They
knew I should not be there and gave me three peas. They told me that I should cast the peas into a void.
I should jump on them quick, they said. As I did this, the Highway appeared. I recognized the space and
remembered the way of surfing on interdimensional highways. I could get back home. I know this place.
The Dragon Knows
40x50 cm, oil on canvas
I knew something big was about to happen when this dragon showed up. I paced back and forth
with the angst of it. A couple of days went by and then the lightning struck and everything
collapsed around the revealed event. In the days that followed and with the help of many
guardian angels and seer requests to let this pass us by unscathed, it did.
I knew something big was about to happen when this dragon showed up. I paced back and forth
with the angst of it. A couple of days went by and then the lightning struck and everything
collapsed around the revealed event. In the days that followed and with the help of many
guardian angels and seer requests to let this pass us by unscathed, it did.
Aftermath Myth
89x70 cm, oil on canvas
There is a story of the old eagle that went to the mountain to cast off her gnarled beak and claws,
her roughed up feathers too. If they recreate in time for her to hunt again, she will arise with a
new wisdom. In this painting I am showing the time of her rising, carrying the potential of a
whole new way in the world.
There is a story of the old eagle that went to the mountain to cast off her gnarled beak and claws,
her roughed up feathers too. If they recreate in time for her to hunt again, she will arise with a
new wisdom. In this painting I am showing the time of her rising, carrying the potential of a
whole new way in the world.
I am to my Beloved as My Beloved is to Me
Oil on Canvas (97cms x 1m.20)
--- Song of Songs 6:3
This painting is of embracing acceptance, finding dynamic balance in relationship. It is about
learning order and discipline and beauty in our patterns. Jaguars mate for life. Each jaguar’s coat
has its own intriguing pattern that is not at first apparent. Only in movement does its order
unfold.
I have expressed this learning of relationship with the Hebrew letter, ל, which has the shape of a
staff, pouring down as a dharma, from the top of the painting. This letter, the lamed, has, as one
of its meanings, to ”learn”. It is the learning of my heart.
--- Song of Songs 6:3
This painting is of embracing acceptance, finding dynamic balance in relationship. It is about
learning order and discipline and beauty in our patterns. Jaguars mate for life. Each jaguar’s coat
has its own intriguing pattern that is not at first apparent. Only in movement does its order
unfold.
I have expressed this learning of relationship with the Hebrew letter, ל, which has the shape of a
staff, pouring down as a dharma, from the top of the painting. This letter, the lamed, has, as one
of its meanings, to ”learn”. It is the learning of my heart.
Jaguar Faith
30x41 cm, oil on canvas
Ruler of the night sun and darkness, she is a spiritual guardian, embodying agility, cunning, and
the prowess of a warrior for me when I need her help.
Ruler of the night sun and darkness, she is a spiritual guardian, embodying agility, cunning, and
the prowess of a warrior for me when I need her help.
Mitchell’s Pass
90x70 cm, oil on canvas
Nostalgia in a soft afternoon’s warm glow. These mountains and valleys hold the threads of felt
senses and phenomena never to be seen again. Images of memories we will never know, nestled
in quiet spaces of time gone by.
Nostalgia in a soft afternoon’s warm glow. These mountains and valleys hold the threads of felt
senses and phenomena never to be seen again. Images of memories we will never know, nestled
in quiet spaces of time gone by.
The Listening Redwoods
87x94 cm, oil on canvas
These two noble beings reside in the arboretum in Hogsback, and have, for the past 100 years or
so, listened graciously to the hearts of thousands who touch them as they walk by, hug them, tell
them their stories. They contain my stories too.
These two noble beings reside in the arboretum in Hogsback, and have, for the past 100 years or
so, listened graciously to the hearts of thousands who touch them as they walk by, hug them, tell
them their stories. They contain my stories too.
Synapse
72x56cms, oil on canvas
Spaces we do not usually see. The entanglement systems of these small mushrooms hide an impressive
underground network of filaments collectively called the mycelium. The fungi send electrical signals
similar to signals being sent via our own human nervous system. The mushrooms impetus to grow and
send these signals of information happen when lightning strikes. Often I would stand in the forest,
playing my drum and listening when the mushrooms communicate. Their voices are like music. They
accumulate into a chorus. As I worked on this painting, they sang their intricate orchestration and there
were times when I wanted the composition to go in a certain way, but they would not allow it. It is as it
is.
We teeter always on the edge of a complexity, having no idea what will happen in the seeming
randomness of our world. Here I was used as a vessel for a composition other than what I thought I
wanted.
Spaces we do not usually see. The entanglement systems of these small mushrooms hide an impressive
underground network of filaments collectively called the mycelium. The fungi send electrical signals
similar to signals being sent via our own human nervous system. The mushrooms impetus to grow and
send these signals of information happen when lightning strikes. Often I would stand in the forest,
playing my drum and listening when the mushrooms communicate. Their voices are like music. They
accumulate into a chorus. As I worked on this painting, they sang their intricate orchestration and there
were times when I wanted the composition to go in a certain way, but they would not allow it. It is as it
is.
We teeter always on the edge of a complexity, having no idea what will happen in the seeming
randomness of our world. Here I was used as a vessel for a composition other than what I thought I
wanted.
The Keepers of the Wall (they take my veil from me).
97cm x 1.20cm, oil on canvas
--- Song of Songs 5:7
The word “take” in Hebrew, can also be understood as “endure”. This changes the meaning in
this particular piece a lot for me.
Most of us can’t understand Biblical Hebrew, and we take the usual translations for granted...but
our understanding is so much more when we delve deeper into these mystical texts.
In this artwork, my notion was that the connotation of having one’s veil “taken”, is a lack of
choice and a violation but when one looks at it as the veil as having been endured (or suffered,
which means to bear or carry, as another nuance of the Hebrew) then the sense of it becomes that
the veil, my personal mantle, was held on my behalf while I had my “personal drama”.
Because they shed their skins, snakes are about transformation and this one speaks of an
expansion of my understanding. The birds are the messengers of the release felt in understanding
from a different perspective...
--- Song of Songs 5:7
The word “take” in Hebrew, can also be understood as “endure”. This changes the meaning in
this particular piece a lot for me.
Most of us can’t understand Biblical Hebrew, and we take the usual translations for granted...but
our understanding is so much more when we delve deeper into these mystical texts.
In this artwork, my notion was that the connotation of having one’s veil “taken”, is a lack of
choice and a violation but when one looks at it as the veil as having been endured (or suffered,
which means to bear or carry, as another nuance of the Hebrew) then the sense of it becomes that
the veil, my personal mantle, was held on my behalf while I had my “personal drama”.
Because they shed their skins, snakes are about transformation and this one speaks of an
expansion of my understanding. The birds are the messengers of the release felt in understanding
from a different perspective...
Healers Journey
77x52cms, oil on canvas
In honor and respect for all the healers who go forth with herbs and traditional medicines.
There was a time during the plagues when the doctors of old would place special protective herbs in
beaks tied onto their faces so they would not breathe the foulness in. A healer’s work in every
dimension is fraught with danger and the unknown. It takes courage and fortitude to complete the
journey and return with the healing energy.
In honor and respect for all the healers who go forth with herbs and traditional medicines.
There was a time during the plagues when the doctors of old would place special protective herbs in
beaks tied onto their faces so they would not breathe the foulness in. A healer’s work in every
dimension is fraught with danger and the unknown. It takes courage and fortitude to complete the
journey and return with the healing energy.
Breathing In, Breathing out.
65cm x 76cm, oil and mixed media on canvas.
We lived next to a tidal marsh in America for a season. Every day the water came in and when
she left, the grasses followed her eddies, making these patterns.
During this time there was a horse in my journeys that showed me a heart message of breathing
as the tide. The tide swelled in, and as she breathed out I could see what was made manifest, as
reflected in the flowing shapes of the grasses.
We lived next to a tidal marsh in America for a season. Every day the water came in and when
she left, the grasses followed her eddies, making these patterns.
During this time there was a horse in my journeys that showed me a heart message of breathing
as the tide. The tide swelled in, and as she breathed out I could see what was made manifest, as
reflected in the flowing shapes of the grasses.
Journey Tree
150x90cms, oil on canvas
The Baobab tree is known for its ancient story telling. They are welcoming and understand, intrinsically,
the way of the shamanic Journeyman. Often in a desert of days and nights, the waters in a baobab feed
parched journeyers from their repository of helpful pathways and support all the narratives that unfold
along the way. The making of this artwork holds many secrets, as small narrations appeared, tears were
stitched, and behind the canvas, the music keeps playing.
The Baobab tree is known for its ancient story telling. They are welcoming and understand, intrinsically,
the way of the shamanic Journeyman. Often in a desert of days and nights, the waters in a baobab feed
parched journeyers from their repository of helpful pathways and support all the narratives that unfold
along the way. The making of this artwork holds many secrets, as small narrations appeared, tears were
stitched, and behind the canvas, the music keeps playing.
An Evening in Summrton Drive
40x30 cm, oil on canvas (oval shape)
Hogsback is a magic mountain of old mystery in the Eastern Cape and she holds her secrets
close. Every now and then, a veil will part to let one slip out. That evening as I stood gazing at
her beauty, she opened a surprise portal sending a messenger owl for me. This painting is a
gratitude for these events that cannot be understood by reason
Hogsback is a magic mountain of old mystery in the Eastern Cape and she holds her secrets
close. Every now and then, a veil will part to let one slip out. That evening as I stood gazing at
her beauty, she opened a surprise portal sending a messenger owl for me. This painting is a
gratitude for these events that cannot be understood by reason
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