I find myself dwelling in possibility, having just acquired a new blank canvas. I love the ritual of making a new piece. I love the agreement made with what I can best call Spirit, that we will take the journey together. Sometimes I carry the vision and sometimes the vision carries me. When there is no clear point for starting I begin with intention…the eternal star in the moonless night, etherial agent of fate.
There is, in each step of creation, new joy of mystery unfolding. A teacher of mine used to say in regards to working with certain plant medicines, “Always keep the experience ascending.” I find this to be a useful life mantra, and I carry it into my work as well.
Distress perches at the threshold of infinite possibility. The minds shutters at what it can not apprehend. It will try drape complicated mystery in simple fear. I assert that a roll of the artist is to push into the mystery. (What be we if not manifestations of mystery dancing in the infinite?)
We aspire in our work (David and I) to create a visual language that expresses what words can’t stick to. A blank canvas is as good a metaphor for the mysterium tremendum as I know.
I recognize that fear is a choice among a multitude of choices and in this, the context of making new work, it is a choice made by one who holds tightly to the hope of a known or certain outcome. This is a difficult place to create new and original work from. In the world of all possible scenarios and outcomes, The only one certainty is a final exhalation, a clearing of the slate…a new blank canvas.
Between the in breath and the out breath is where truth lies, my truth and your truth brought into form through intention.
With that in mind, I paint.
Great indeed is the sublimity of the Creative, to which all beings owe their beginning and which permeates all heaven.