Sanctuary Space

I’m not a great fan of the term “altar” as it too many religious connotations for me (I had a difficult Roman Catholic upbringing as a child). So I have various what I call “sanctuary spaces” in my work area and on the verandah outside my study, most of them involving crystals. From time to time I shuffle them all around (which keeps my husband happy as I’m not re-arranging our living space!).

So these are my latest sanctuary spaces – two on my verandah, one table of crystals in my work space, and another small arrangement on my  work table.  I also have a sanctuary space in our living room with my medicine shield and various candles.

I love candles and I recently purchased three candle holders from a lady living just around the corner from me who makes them very cheaply.  I’ve got a further two large candle holders ordered for when my next pension payment comes in.

Sanctuary Table, front room

Sanctuary Table, verandah
Sanctuary table on my verandah with clear quartz crystals (they don’t face in the sunshine) and two large sea stones.
Crystals, indoor table
Crystal sanctuary space in my workroom
Sanctuary Table, workspace
Sanctuary space on my work table
Sanctuary Table, verandah, round
Sanctuary table, verandah – complete with three dogs, from L to R: Bonnie, Millie and Zoe. They were sitting there because God (my husband) was out shopping and they keep a vigil until he returns!). Again these are clear quartz crystals which don’t fade in sunlight and rocks from various places, plus the obligatory candle holder.

Spring Visitor

My husband just  happened to be out in our garden when a spring visitor arrived on the paddock adjoining our apartment: a heron. It was attracted by the small pools which have formed since trees and bushes were planted next door and watering began.  We didn’t notice the two wading birds until we downloaded the photos, not sure what they are but they could be little stints from photos I found on Google.

Heron 1 Heron 2 Heron 4 Heron 5 Heron

Arty-Farty Stuff

Arty-Farty Stuff 1

I read a short piece about artists’ statements a while back and it left me gobsmacked – an amazing amount of twaddle, corporate speak, weasel words and in the end, I had no idea what any of the artists were talking about.

So here’s my own artist statement without any input from books, websites, or whatever, just from my own heart:
“I create digital and acrylic art which is eccentric, whimsical, off the planet, symbolic, inspirational (I hope!) fed by the song of the stars, nurtured by the unknown spiritual world, inspired by Mother Earth, trees, plants, flowers, rocks, stones, mountains, seas and lakes. I am enthralled by crystals, glitter and bright, shiny bits and pieces, ribbons and other bric-a-brac which bring life to my artwork. I live for colour, love and kindness in my art which I hope sends happiness and joy into the world. I don’t create for galleries, critics, fashions or good reviews. I create what lights my life, inspiration and creativity. I love an arty-farty life which dances with the fae, the spirits of the earth, the warmth of the sun, the cool light of the moon and the bright magic of starstuff which resonates in all of us.”

Creating the above image was interesting as I let go of my usual expectations re colour and just followed my heart – quite hard at times as my head was busy yakking away about sticking within my usual parameters. Fun, though!   And below is the image I created originally – as you can see, it is quite different from the original image!

Arty-Farty Stuff

Art for Sale: Singing the Stars to Earth

Singing the Stars to  Earth
Acrylic art with feathers, glitter, small rose quartz chips, Swarovski crystals. 19.5″ x 23.5″ x 0.5″ (49.5cm x 59cm x 2.5cm).

I created this piece of acrylic artwork when I lived in Australia and it’s always seemed a bit dull to me, so I returned to it today to add more life.

I think, metaphorically speaking, it also represents me returning to life and the magick, sparkles and glitter of the wonderful Planet  Earth on which we live.

I’ve been feeling out of sorts for ages, depressed, tired and lethargic. Last summer’s heat here in North Cyprus (40C most days through late July- early September) really did a number on me; I’ve had a few kidney infections; a lousy bout of the ‘flu which lasted about 5-6 weeks in early January, plus a stomach bug.

I’ve come to realise that one thing which really kicks me in the gut and starts off kidney trouble is animal abuse and cruelty which turns up out of the blue in Facebook posts as well as the terrible images of refugees and asylum seekers seeking shelter and safety. I have taken steps to minimise this as much as possible for self-preservation and my physical health.

I can tend to be a serious person, and god knows there’s plenty of suffering in the world to take very seriously. But today I realised I’d lost touch with the fact that there are stars in the sky, there are star songs which surround us at unknown levels, there is so much love around, so many people doing good deeds and spreading kindness, lovely art, good people, laughter, joy and happiness if you care to be open to it, and suddenly I felt the power of magic in my life again.

So to return to my original artwork, I’ve added colour at the centre to represent the power of a strong, loving heart, feathers in two corners to represent the flight of hope, Swarovski flatback crystals for the magick in our lives, tiny rose quartz chips in two corners to represent loving kindness, and of course glitter abounds to represent the stars, the starstuff within us and the power within all of us to sing the stars to earth.

Magick, glitter and the song of the stars rule!

(Artwork price: US$75; postage US$25)

 

 

Courtesy

Courtesy

The image above is of waterfalls, relating to emotions, and the galaxy, relating to the galactic web which unites us all in the bright songlines of shared, common humanity.

This post arose from seeing a photo of golliwog biscuits claiming it was okay to like this image, and bugger being political correct. But it’s not okay. Golliwogs arose from books by Florence Upton in the late 1800s when slavery operated in the US, with the image typically of black skin, eyes rimmed in white, clown lips and frizzy hair. In the UK it was used by the jam manufacturer, Robertson’s, and I remember collecting golliwog stickers and brooches as a kid. But the image is a stereotypical one of black people and the derivative “wog” was used as an insult to black people.

I quite often see posts or comments sneering at “political correctness” and, while I’m quite willing to accept that sometimes it’s over the top, on the whole I’ve noticed that, while some use offensive language without realising its history, all too often those who object to the term really mean that they want to live in the past where it was okay to make rude and rancorous comments about black people, Jewish people, women, LGBT people, fat people, short people, shy kids, kids with glasses, nerds, anyone who doesn’t fit into the white, patriarchal mores of the past.

It came from a time when, in the UK, it was okay to put signs in boarding house and shop windows: “Blacks, Jews and Irish need not apply”. And we all know the history of racism in the US, with the KKK, lynchings, murders of black people, Jim Crow and so on. Now we get Islamic people going about their peaceful business being called “terrorists” or, in the case of Donald Trump, threatening Muslims with incarceration, badges and banned from entry to the US.

Women who stand up for women’s rights are abused, bullied and threatened with rape, violence and murder along with disgustingly offensive language. In States in the US there is legislation allowing for the victimisation of LGBT people and those in mixed-race marriages. If you object, you’re accused of being politically correct, but sod that, it’s fundamentally about insisting on polite language and respect.

Just as it’s not okay to portray Jewish people as hook-nosed, greedy, world-dominating financiers, it’s not okay to use racist images of black people, use derogatory language for LGBT people, demonise refugees and asylum seekers, abuse Muslim people and so on. Too often this filters down into schools and the playground where bullying then becomes the norm.

Yes, it is a pain in the arse to have to change attitude, but the world turns, what was once acceptable isn’t any more, new society arises as it has throughout the history of the world’s development.

All that is being asked is that people are polite, respectful of differences and are courteous to people because, when you strip away colour, shape, religion and sexual preferences, under the skin we are all the same.  It comes down to that old adage: “Treat your neighbour as you would like to be treated”.

Earth’s Bounty

Earth's Bounty

I came across a piece of digital art I created a while back which I never finished, so decided to fiddle with it today. I was inspired by watching small bees buzzing furiously and feeding in the bottlebrush flowers which are in full bloom on the four bottlebrush bushes we have in our garden in North Cyprus.

Loving Kindness

Loving Kindness 1

I adapted this piece of digital art from an acrylic painting I created in New South Wales, before I moved to North Cyprus.

I called this art “Loving Kindness” as I have just read a post on Humans of New York regarding the loss of Susie, the senior dog who lit the lives of Brandon Stanton, who runs HONY, and his partner, Erin. Inspired by Susie, Erin founded Susie’s Senior Dogs which finds kind, loving homes for senior dogs so they can live out their lives surrounded by love, care and kindness.

It’s a reminder to me that, despite all the cruelty and appalling actions of so many on this planet, these acts of unkindness are far outweighed by those like Brandon and Erin who create good in the world, often go unmentioned, but nevertheless shine the beacon of loving kindness on those in need, seeking shelter, needing love and empathy, and so on.

May we celebrate loving kindness wherever it shines its light and watch that light extinguish the darkness which fades through the power of love.