It is the nature limited conditioned mind to discount miracles. It does not understand and cannot rationalise their existence. In my life I have directly witnessed paintings cry, had a vision of the Buddha and with my own eyes seen a golden dolphin swimming in the ocean. I have seen pictures of a statue of Christ bleeding. Throughout numerous cultures and history many instances of miracles are noted. Wether we are open and receptive to the world beyond rationale the truth is we cannot explain everything.
It would be safe to say that life is in its entirety truly a miracle. For if we are to see it with open eyes we would engage and be present to its infinite depth and mystery. We would not be able to discount the luxurious abundance that life is inherently imbued with.
Creativity is the art of making something out of what originally seemed impossible. What seemed to not exist, yet the imagination dreams it is possible and desires to make it real. What is possible that you have not yet deemed available in life? What is possible that seems impossible? Are the words I’m possible hiding in the midst of impossibility? Are you ready to shift and see that right in the midst of you lies the greatest creative vessel ready to be birthed in to reality? To be a part of a whole new world? This is true art. This is the nature of the entire universe. This is what dreams are made of and it is what drives ever living creature. For in truth life is inspiring, simply because out of nothing appears all things. In a galaxy of infinite possibilities we have the finite being born into existence. To be played with, explored and experimented with. Art is the juxtaposition between limitation and unconstrained imagination. The artist plays with possibility and allows the stretching space between the known worlds and the unknown to be bridged.
The miracle is that we don’t know and are prepared to not know so we can make known these realities that the eyes have not yet seen.
If art serves a purpose it is to awaken us beyond the blindness that ravages our society and keeps so many locked in the confines of comfort zones fearing to take a risk lest one get hurt.
To create, to live is to take a risk. We have no guarantee of what the outcome is and that is the adventure. We have no idea what lies at the frontier of life and that is precisely why it’s so beautiful to explore and discover and to play. To birth something new and to witness with the full spectrum of ones being all that is to be experienced.
When an artist discovers his or her creative voice, an opening arrives borne from a quiet place of stillness. When there is a deep listening taking place, inspiration builds. In much the same way as when Isaac Newton lay down under an apple tree, he rested and gradually fell asleep. His surrender into stillness opened him to a revelation as the falling apple hit him. He discovered gravity. Similarly many artists discover their greatest breakthroughs in the vast spaciousness of consciousness. This space makes artists available to humanity’s greatest masterpieces.
Yet so often the mind wants to take pride of place in controlling the outcome of artistic ventures. Surrender to the quite and abundant place where all art, beauty and wonder comes from is often set aside in mainstream culture. At the same time the creative world is revered for it’s gifts and treasures. It’s precisely because it makes us see what is possible when we are open to an enlivening field outside of chaos and the mad chatter of the mind. The busy goings on that want to sell themselves on their importance.
When, as an artist we arrive to our work fully present and attend to what is before us, wether with brush in hand or an instrument of music, or any other creative project, we give our entirety of being to the moment. When the artist makes a mark on the surface of choice, he or she makes visible that which was previously unseen. Drawing into consciousness a felt sense of aliveness. We can perceive directly these marks as a window to the artists soul. The way the medium is applied is a signal of their presence. The way the instrument is touched by the artist’s loving hand says so much about their sense of connection. We get a sense of what the artist feels and their intimacy with what it is they wish to express.
There is a reason why art created by the human touch has such a powerful effect on us. So many resonate with it and have valued original works in excess of millions of dollars principally because it captivates and enlivens the soul. There is a sense of wonder that is a portal to the world of stillness.
What was created with a brush, paint and canvas or any other form of art, has actually built a connection in the viewer to a timeless state of being.
Art serves as a doorway. It speaks of an abundance presence. Of the capacity for us to remain open to a world of wonder and beauty which we perceive when we slow down and listen to something beyond the relentlessly restless mind. Art disentangles us from stress and it’s effects on the immune system. It gives us an opening beyond the mundane and frees us to be ourselves again.
Art is a way of seeing. A way of being. As an artist the whole world comes alive when I paint. When I immerse myself in the world of creation. Life is far from mundane, creativity reveals this is earnest. It transports the soul from the trivial back to the Spiritual. Yet, in truth I never left the Spiritual in the first place, although I may merely have forgotten.
One of my fundamental revelations is that I am actually always painting, wether I hold a brush or not. Every part of my life is an epiphany, bringing me closer to the truth of what I want to reveal on canvas. Though in essence it is not me wanting to reveal it on the canvas. It is the Divine that wants to operate through me. I am simply an instrument availing myself to the message. The more available I am, the more potent the message.
Primarily I work with oils on canvas. They lend themselves to the message adequately. I am able to add texture as I desire easily. Or to blend and fuse colours that can transport the viewer to a desired atmosphere.
I find art speaks to my soul in a language that defies comprehension. Invoking profound insights that rest beyond reasoning. The rational world offers a ladder but then a leap of faith is required to move beyond the edge of understanding into a world infinitely larger and more accomodating than logic. This world is what shamans traverse, where the psyche of the soul’s world and the body converge.
As an artist I bear witness to life and it’s undulations, it’s tides, troughs, peaks, plains and valleys. It is the brush that speaks of my connection or lack of it. The images that become unveiled communicate my depth of alignment and the degree to which I have surrendered and have pierced the fabric of existence and seen what is truth.
Of-course there is art that seeks to win us over, to console us and make pretty without offering much more than superficial niceties. Whilst these serve a place in the world, they cannot guide us beyond the superficial, for if they focus on merely the surface, this is the type of response they will effect. A superficial relationship to existence can never deliver wholeness. Which in my view is why much of society feels a deep sense of lack and disconnection. This is why art that penetrates deeply into the depths of all life serves to guide us home into truth.
In order to embody life’s truths in earnest, an artist welcomes all meaning, perspectives, emotions and realities to unearth through art that which truly serves the world. The artist makes a journey of healing, transcending one’s own sense of separation, awakening a rich, embodied sense of wholeness. This awakening is beyond philosophical, conceptual nor imagined. The artist’s transformation serves to embed in the ground of humanity a shift in consciousness that is akin to the work of shamans, ushering in global healing.
Pain as a Teacher
Few are here to be transformed
For any chance to feel ‘good’
At any cost
Is not for us
Let’s have truth
And all that comes with it
We are here for growth
Evolution at the helms wheel
It’s about Waking up
No longer to snooze
When pain beckons
How to unfold the mystery
Lets boldly enter the invitation
Even when the majority
Let us return
For too long we wandered
Dismayed by escapism
Here lets see
The void’s unavoidability
Here let’s again find
In the midst of it all
I feel that each and every wound all of us ever experience brings us closer to evolution. When we undergo suffering we are guided to question. We are prompted to ask ourselves ‘how did I get here?’ If there is one thing that all of my life’s work has led me to, it is this, no life experience is in vain.
No search is meaningless. Every moment counts. Many a time I have felt as though all of my journeying was fruitless and would amount to nothing. I have witnessed and heard of so many who felt the same thing and decided to end their lives. Just yesterday I comforted a dear friend touched by the death of a young teenage boy. No words come close to touching on the sense of loss that comes with such an event. Many beings who exit this world have barely scratched the surface of what miraculous gifts lie inside them. Indeed we make mistakes and forget who we are intermittently. Yet perhaps, we can also be a veritable shining source of inspiration for souls to recognise themselves by. What counts most is that we turn up. We listen, not just to the sounds and to the possibilities, indeed these are invitations, but we also need to listen to all of life. To the vibrance that exists in each and every cell. To the truth that calls us out from behind our insecurities and comfort zones. From those places inside of us that have forgotten who we really are. We need to listen and respond to a world that needs us now more than ever. It is time to listen and act in a world crying out for our full embodied presence. For there are far too many who have forgotten and have lost their way. Far too many who have dimmed their light and opted for shallow half lived lives. Or have thrown away their lives because they failed to see the miracles inside them that had always been calling them home. Yet it is precisely the world’s pain living inside each of us that beckons us into transformation. Into change. It is exactly this depth of humanities aching that inspires us to truly be who we were born to be, to give our absolute all in service to all beings