Humans are struggling at the moment, it will be interesting to see how things play out in this game of life.
finding skipping stone
a message from above
mobile art unit
the new studio
winter wolf WIP
winter wolf WIP
Geographica c.2010
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Minimal words today, so much to say however there is other work to be done….future blogs coming, thank you for your patience. For now here is a story in pictures.
golden eagle
chasing eagles is my other passion
silly human…
perhaps this eagle was someone I once knew… maybe deep down I want to be an eagle in my next lifetime.
…and soar wherever my wings will take me
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mystery scat, possibly mountain lion, could be bear…
classic bear scat… likely a black bear
autumn flora
night flora
painting with light
night flag
late late summer dance
Life’s a funny the thing. The things I said back then, that mostly fell on deaf ears, or were difficult to hear, or read, or understand… that not only did they come into some form of fruition, they became part of the vernacular.
For many years now I have been doing live art. It is a passion of mine and a unique aspect to my artistic practice. Recently I was asked to do some live art in the small BC town called, Invermere. This is near where my elders live and a place I have a deep and intimate connection with. I didn’t think it was going to be particularly busy as kids were back in school. This is kind of nice as it meant I could just enjoy painting outside and not feel any pressure to perform. This can be the case if it is a paid gig or a festival where there is lots of people watching your every move. This was a very chill live art session in the East Koots, a picture perfect evening, not too cold, not too hot.
That is until this lovely family showed up, from Italy, who had moved here because they fell in love with the place. Who could blame them really, it is magical, healing, breath taking, to name a few. I could just stare into the sky here for hours and be completely satisfied. As things progress I am introduced to Emma, who was a ball of energy, a mini sun. I quickly realised she had an eye for the painting and before I knew I was taking art direction form her. She pointed to above the bear and said rainbow here. How can I argue with that, bam, rainbow. Then it was a flower here, a butterfly there and before we knew it it was time to call it a day. I stepped back, a little high off paint fumes and just marinated in the is-ness. Moments like this are precious. As they left there was a sheer sense of creative bliss, and a painting that speaks volumes, completely unpretentious, and warm like the sun. The following day I participated in an art and farmers market and wouldn’t you know the family stopped by for a visit. Emma presented me with an illustration, seen below. My heart warmed 1.5 degrees. Life is a funny thing, when nothing seems to make sense, it says Aloha, remember me? In which I say, ” Indeed I do, it’s been some time, thank you for uplifting a wounded spirit.”
live art picnic table styles
BTS
a bear named Rose
Emma B. illustration of the live art act
hälts art at the Invermere BC artist and farmers market
coffee dood
Nature’s eye, always watching, always listening, a lesson through and through.
watercolour WIP hybrid art
mid stages of a new watercolour
rainbow child
parallel doorway(s)
Wearable art was my jam and where I first began.
hand pirated wearable art
hand painted wearable art
hand painted wearable art
The duality of life…I try to find some middle ground, head full of phenomenon, a heart with broken strings, a spirit that never quits, albeit changes like the moon, waxes and wanes.
I don’t know a lot, the mind wants to know everything, pressuring self to make changes, to fix, to doubt, to play tricks on the truth. I have been quiet lately, learning to listen, to witness, to see. Consciousness is a gift. Life is a gift. Look after your elders. Love them. No matter what. I forgive you. You know who you are. I don’t have a lot to say at the moment, someone will say it for me. I hope you are ok. I hope you have not given up on your dream. I wish you were here. I wish I was there. Wishful thinking. Love is not enough in this world any more. Love more. We created a hell of a mess. The youth will save this planet. It is not a matter of time. It’s a matter of life. If this makes no sense, well I am an artist, and really many things in life make no sense. Onwards.
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I have been disconnected from writing blogs, instead I have been taking time to rekindle a spirit, helping out the elders, chasing eagles, breathing, for life is a precious thing.