“It is in the shelter of each other that people live.” (Anonymous)
“It matters not that someone is born, but what they grow to be.” (Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter. Author: J.K. Rowling)
I’ve been absent for a while as I’ve been on what I described to a friend as an existential walkabout on the road less travelled. I felt dog-tired and unmotivated, asking myself every day “What’s it all about?”. For some reason I felt quite short-circuited, then I had a dream which was just a message – to create art which was healing for the Earth and for its inhabitants.
So here I am back again, feeling far more motivated (thank goodness, I hate it when my MoJo up sticks and vamooses), with the above image which I’ve called “Solidarity”.
In my time away in the wilderness, I’ve wrestled with this whole question of love, violence in society and so much intolerance and hatred. I finally came to the conclusion that I am simply not interested in pathetic excuses for supporting hate and violence. Life’s too short for then negative. That’s the choice and responsibility of those who live in fear, on their knees, happy to see people who are in any way different subjected to violence, abuse and belittlement.
And I call it out as cowardly and craven because those who are happy to embrace intolerance, racial division and hatred never have to face the consequences themselves. They aren’t the 8-year-old kid who was subjected to an attempted lynching by teenagers at his school. They don’t have to worry about being shot out of hand by the police, acting with impunity, for the “crime” of being black or in the wrong place. They don’t get beaten up for being gay or trans-gender. They aren’t black kids in Australia subjected to abuse on the streets and repression by the police, governments and social services.
I am far more interested in those who show love, kindness and respect for people because they have open hearts and are willing to embrace fellow human beings of whatever colour, religious belief, sexual choice or disability because it is this which is our future. I support all those in environmental organisations fighting for the future of Mother Earth.
Living on your feet rather than cowering on your knees takes courage and hope and moral choice for good not evil. Thank god there are so many good people out their in the community of so many countries who inspire hope, optimism and respect!
I took a long time getting here,
much of it wasted on wrong turns,
back roads riddled by ruts.
I had adventures
I never would have known
if I proceeded as the crow flies.
Super highways are so sure
of where they are going:
they arrive too soon.
A straight line isn’t always
the shortest distance
between two people.
Sometimes I act as though
I’m heading somewhere else
I narrow the gap between you and me.
I’m not sure I’ll ever
know the right way, but I don’t mind
getting lost now and then.
Maps don’t know everything.
~ Ruth Feldman ~
I sat and worked on this on my Lenovo tablet this afternoon. I had no idea how much you can create with apps on a tablet, like a whole new creative door has opened for me. My favourite app is Toolwiz, an amazing app with so many functions that I still keep finding new ways to create art with this app.
I’m also rather indebted to President Trump because the awfulness of him and the swamp around him is inspiring me to work on creating images of beauty and colour rather than the turgid grey and black of the billionaire bloodsuckers.
One more post to finalise and then I’m off to sit with my foster dog, Rolo, who – after seven months with us – is off to the UK early Thursday morning to his new family. I shall miss him immensely but I’m so glad we were able to provide him with a holding space until a new family became available to offer him a loving home, complete with garden, cats (he loves our cat) and someone who works from home each day. So he’ll be a complete lap dog with company so he can loll around as he does here – he would have to be the most bone idle dog we’ve ever come across but so affectionate and good-natured.
These images – particularly the one of the honeyeater – reminded me of remembering the magic of how sweet life can be, despite all the ups, downs and challenges. Around us is the beauty of the natural world – flowers, birds, grasses, rivers, puddles of rain, and so on. And friends, lovers, partners – all offer us the possibilities of love, hugs and kind words.
Today I thought I’d post a pic of what I call “sanctuary space” on my work desk. I’m not keen on the term “altar” due to a rather unpleasant experience at a Catholic convent as a kid which is why I prefer the term “sanctuary”. The little Buddha I found in Coffs Harbour, mid-north coast of New South Wales, Australia, and the angel and Isis figurines I found in an op/charity shop when I was living in south-east Queensland. The little “Friends” book was gifted to me on my return to Australia from the UK by friends I’d made while living in Nelson, Lancashire.
The little dish has peridot chips for lightness of heart and on top of them is a little black bumblebee which passed away in our garden, my husband found it and brought it in for me. They all remind me of the sweetness of life and friendship. The poster is of a sacred space in France – I found it in a library book years ago, have no idea where it is but i just love the image, speaks to me of the elven realms. #aedm2016
This piece of digital art changed dramatically as I was toward the end of working with it. I was sharpening the image when I decided to fiddle with colours, switching from a deep blue to the rather serene green and turquoise colours of the final image. I liked the idea of it representing the haven our heart offers us from the time we’re born – to love ourselves, to be confident in who we are, to be able to offer love to others as part of the human community, to offer us succour when we are wounded or grieving, and to heal us on our life’s journey as and when healing is needed.