We honor our expanding crew of amazing Fine Artists, and the movement which draws us together.
I am here to be the beauty I want to see in our world. The path of art completely transformed my life, moving me beyond expressing my own power, peace and play, to serving the enlightenment of others. My statement this season fuses the High-Renaissance ‘mixed-techniques’ process of oil and tempera, which I have inherited in the Vienna School, with contemporary techniques that pay homage to Klimt, O’Keefe, Pollock, Monet and more. Weaving into the golden, carving into the crystalline, revealing your own glowing and transfiguring ground, in a fully mandalic portfolio. Divine is the eye of the beholder, the instrument of perfect vision.
My method allows me to approach the canvas as a true and deep mirror. The whole artistic process really begins while making the oil paint and egg tempera. These are the visionary roots, that gather, capture, ground and transform the complexity of our human condition. All of the human energies and emotions are in them. In this way, the canvas becomes the place to solidify a new balance, between the physical and spiritual realities of life.
Freedom to see and create is a privilege. It is also a responsibility, to once again let the Great Masters influence us day-to-day. Then we can uplift our culture with us into the euphoric realm of vision. Here the symbols, totems, characters and cosmic backdrops that may come through our dreaming and the medium of the paint can inform us deeply. Artistry is that active and passive way, of unveiling a world already within our infinite frame.
I can see the light and it is a celebration. Our nature is both mud and color. Sensual, these flow together with us divinely. Goddesses define their Gods with the ecstatic power of a glance. Ours is the look to be withheld, and filled with sacred knowing. Our soul can truly be buried and it is transcendent, so we reveal it in healing and helping. Mine is an explosively healing light, rippling to where you are. We have no need to fear, for sharing our soul is liberation.
The universe compels us with awe for a reason. Nature, ideas, these are the imprimatura, the imprinting from which a whole vision springs forth. We see harmony and understanding flowing together as we participate. The mission is to tap into and bring the all-pervasive sense of unity into our lives. This sense of an effortless, gorgeous abundance, it is the art of is self-dedication. We discover again as we go how it is all us in-the-making.
Imagination is drawing us in a direction: deeper into the infinite expansion of our being. Everything flows into the fantastic. Even the so called ‘confines of our ego’ is this knotted, twisted, patterned fabric of the universe. Peace, love, acceptance, these are all made of the threads of separation. An observant attitude, obsessive even, toward the timeless meditative state is absolutely called for. The flowspace exists in sync with our reality, only as we look to it.
Painting, we conjure forth from the truly invisible. Is it not the same in all we do? Geometry and design, light and mind, feeling and meaning all come directly from the unseen. The canvas is a portal, an altar, a loom, a fiery seat of hierophany which must be danced into. We leave behind grooves of harmony. Hieroglyph means holy carving. Our language, technology and culture are a garment we carve about us, and then saunter into. In the future our garment is a playful world.
The thing we all know is our human image moves in this ever changing landscape. The further we go, the more we realize how to stop and look again with keener eyes. Mastering Henna taught me a way of beautiful impermanence. Photography and printing reiterates this sense, of ever-passing timelessness. When we paint we travel far, as we draw these gestures toward the profound within and without, we create a new landscape for our keener eyes to enjoy and we bring it back.
Each and every vision generates more inspiration. The key is tuning into and letting go of our ideas of control, while we hone our intuitive power. Surrendering into the stream of consciousness takes us out into a seemingly perilous ocean of details. It is our harmonic process which brings that chaos into order, surfacing the raw material of being and subsuming it with artful discipline and faithfulness to the ideals of beauty. It is going on all around the world and within us ceaselessly, the magic of creativity.
There is just no room to be introverted anymore. Paradoxes do abound, and we must learn to inhabit the power of them. Stewardship only comes after struggling, and it only comes in the light of seeing our whole life and world as beautiful. Precious is our time alone, our time to listen and see beyond. This is what draws me out of myself and into the work, and eventually, back toward the party, and the dancing. It really is a party, because we find ourselves rallying our very best, and sharing it all together.
We all have real strength and grace within us now. We all have nobility and corruption. We can shoulder all of these without a burden. We all distill memory and prophecy, illumination and shadow, vanity and humility, into our passageways of style. Emotional color, intense brushwork and formal abstraction provide a ground for portraits and vistas in a visual language and voice that sings beyond my own myth. Carpentry taught me the way. These are all open-ended carvings, tempting the heart-to-heart.
Wearing the kilt is not a fashion, for it means taking the Highlands wherever I go. The story of tradition is in weaving and wearing, like it is in the runes, the standing stones and the instruments we play and the altars we set before ourselves. There is an intersection of all times in what we do, and paintings are dense mystical landscapes within it all. They bring us to either a fable or a fabric of space, and often both, so that we continue to travel wide-eyed.