The landscape, a white squall while I walk through it. Snow thick as confetti. The Ice Queen married her King and the atmosphere swirled in celebration. My eyelids sting with windburn as their chariot rises into the north wind. After I found the street again it seemed the landscape between the hills had been shaken like a snow globe. Blue, blue sky, sunny, no wind.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Midnight Sun: Wind Over Grass
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| From Midnight Sun: Wind Over Grass, 28" x 22", 71cm x 56cm, oil on canvas, 2010. |
A painting depicting contact dance - which is... out of the dance studio, for sure, and into the dreamtime! And a solar eclipse, which reminds me of the black light, the midnight sun of the mystics.
When the river runs in bands, water ribbons her arm. Or she dances on rocks across. Those who support uphold everything in the underpainting. What is there to say of wheat fields or grass curling flames? Under the midnight sun strange dreams dance with intent.
This painting took 20 days to complete, from Jan 5th to 25th. Though I did initially work from an old sketch, I discarded it. The images developed, like in a dream, of their own volition organically. The figures and landscape are imaginal. It's finished, even if in 6 months when the oil paint is dry, I add a few details.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Once Upon a Time there was a Dreaming Woman
Once upon a time there was a dreaming woman whose dreams were of the moon that the animals sang to.
When the flames came out of the fires in the dark night the people fell like stones and joined the earth.
Afterwards in the great scrolls it was written that a lake arose in the sky and the mountains flew like clouds.
Those who remained knelt before the great healer, a man with white flowing hair and copper woman breast-plates, and received the blessing of the future.
Golden grains of the earth filled the communal baskets of the dreaming woman.
When the flames came out of the fires in the dark night the people fell like stones and joined the earth.
Afterwards in the great scrolls it was written that a lake arose in the sky and the mountains flew like clouds.
Those who remained knelt before the great healer, a man with white flowing hair and copper woman breast-plates, and received the blessing of the future.
Golden grains of the earth filled the communal baskets of the dreaming woman.
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Dreamtime story I wrote based on the pictures of random Tarot cards at Caro Cloutier's Dreaming in the Dark Series.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Still working on Wind Over Grass...
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| From Wind Over Grass, a painting (click for larger) |
Wind Over Grass, 28"x22", 71x56cm, oil paint on acrylic black base, 2010, blocking shape and colour - solar eclipse added. Photographed indoors in window light, no flash.
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