Sometimes we are torn. We don’t know what our priorities are. We don’t know what to focus on. The person in the painting is staring ahead with a determined countenance. They are also gazing at the moon.
How do we balance it all? There’s our work. There’s the stuff that is determined by society to be *IMPORTANT*. There are necessary tasks that are required in our day to day for our lives to be happy, healthy and sustainable. We must do what we need to do to keep a roof over our heads and food in our stomachs. The baby needs to be changed. There’s no getting around this stuff. We grit our teeth, gird our loins and we forge ahead. We make the 7:15 commuter train with moments to spare. We strive to provide for our loved ones and to do what we need to do to have a comfortable life.
But the Moon is there. She’s still waiting for us. She’s glowing with all the reflected luminescence of the Sun. She’s full of mystery, the planetary equivalent of Mona Lisa’s smile. She shines down on us. If you are very, very quiet and equally still, you may be privileged to hear her giggle like the tinkling of far off wind chimes. She is magic made visible.
I wish for you, in your focus on what is necessary, that you never lose sight of what is truly important.
I was thinking about the enormity of the natural world and how small our manmade world is in comparison. Moonlight, mushrooms and mysteries filled my thoughts. I wanted to make a painting where I included something like an apartment building into the scene of wild nature but the building was on a different scale. I started with very positive colors for the background, a confectionary swirl of yellow, pink and white. The central figure is a flower but is also not a flower. In the center of the flower is an eye. Nature is watching us. Is She looking concerned like a mother after her unruly children? The pupil and iris also form a stylized sun. There is an inner light in the flower as there is in all nature. Once, when my child was young and in intensive care, I received a visit from the hospital chaplain. He had never met anyone of my religion and did not know how to minister to me. We talked of the divinity within and the song, This Little Light of Mine, was our common ground. I believe that we need to recognize the divinity inherent in Nature so we don’t destroy it and in the process destroy ourselves. Not only is the flower radiant from within but the petals are also radiating like the rays of the sun.
The moon, with its mysteries, is the same color and directly diagonal from the apartment building. I’ve lived in small walkup apartments, like the one depicted, in New York City. Because of the proximity of neighbors, one is allowed neither privacy nor mystery. Nature provides what our day-to-day lacks. The mushrooms bring their magic. Magic that is larger than the place where we live.
I wish you magic and mysteries wherever you may be. May you recognize the light within yourself and inside of everyone you meet.
I like the symbolism of the ladder. I believe that we have the ability to elevate ourselves, our consciousness, our state of being, our lot in life, etc. For me, the eye represents enlightenment so a ladder leading up to the eye represents an individual’s journey to enlightenment. I believe that if we seek, if we ask ourselves the hard questions, we may find answers. I believe in the examined life.
The background colors are different, darker than those that I typically use. The reds and yellows are flame like, the dark and the black like that which has been burnt. There’s a lot of motion in this background, some of it kind of violent. I think it may be how I imagine Hell. I believe that a personal Hell is often the catalyst for change and for the start of one’s journey toward understanding. But even in this background, and perhaps, even in Hell, all is not lost. There is the soft, comforting pink and the white. There is refuge from the fires; there are things that can bring comfort.
There are four painted collage elements. Two are stylized archaic Goddesses. The third is the face of a woman. She may be a Goddess too, as may you. The ones and zeroes spell the word ‘love’ in binary code. Love is always there. It may not be immediately apparent; it may not take the form that you expect to see it in. You may need to look closely. You may need to expand your definition. Love is always there and it takes many forms. Look for it. Plant its seeds. Encourage it to grow where you find it. We are acculturated to think of love as primarily existing in one form. Commercials and popular media sell us Eros, sexual love. Don’t forget Agape, love for one’s children, spouse and deities. Or Philia, ‘brotherly love’, loyalty to family friends and community that grows from virtue, equality and familiarity.
I wish that you find love in all its myriad forms, that you recognize and nurture its seeds and plant many of your own. May we all grow together in love!
I was thinking about healing. About how some people are almost like angels because of the healing effect that they have on our lives. How they calm us and offer us succor. Blue is the color of healing. I have friends who light blue candles in times of illness and strife and focus on blue energy. I cannot help but love blue because I love the ocean. Although changeable, I find the blue of the ocean, the deeper blue much more calming than the blue of the sky. I envision the figure in the painting dreamlike, a healer, a nurse or a doctor. An aura of calmness surrounds her. She may have weathered a storm. A few feathers may have come loose but you can see her heart and feel her love. We are mortal. We try but sometimes we fail. Our hearts and our intentions are what matters.
I wish you peace. I wish you calm. I wish you someone to hold your hand and wipe your brow during the longest nights.
I love mystery because seeking to understand is so pleasurable for me. When I was in grade school, my favorite type of book involved mysteries and possibilities on a grand scale. I loved the Ancient Astronaut genre. I devoured everything I could find on the premise that we were visited in ancient times by a superior and benevolent race of space beings that came to help. I poured over pictures of the Nazca lines in Peru, complex geometrical styling of animals and shapes that are miles long and were really only discovered when planes started flying over them. How did ancient people form such complex and mathematically precise drawings without our modern technology?! My young mind wondered with the possibilities. My thoughts were filled with crystal skulls, brain surgery done with rock knifes, ancient batteries and images on cave walls of flying machines and beings wearing what looked like space helmets. I scanned the skies for UFOs while I walked my dog at night. I waited for the aliens who come and feed you pancakes. I read everything I could find about Roswell and Project Blue Book. I hoped to stumble across a crop circle in the farmer’s field across the street from my apartment complex. The symbols in this painting came to me and reminded me of crop circles and mysterious geometrics.
I haven’t found what I was looking for, but sometimes, I still look up and wonder.
I hope that you still wonder too. I hope that you look up and think of all the infinite possibilities that are out there. I hope when you think of the Other (whether aliens from across the galaxy or across the border), that you believe that they come here with good intentions even if they don’t bring you pancakes.
Leaves float as if in a stream
Original at Gallery U, 439 South Ave W, Westfield, New Jersey, “Pequenos” show opens 8/7/13
Items with this image available at http://www.redbubble.com/people/robynthompson/works/15818360-crystal-summer?ref=recent-owner
My family are avid gamers. Every year we go to a handful of gaming conventions. Double Exposure hosts the most awesome ones. I’m partial to abstract strategy games. Pente, a game that’s similar to Go or Connect4 is one of my favorites. I also really enjoy trivia party games.
I was so excited when I got the news that one of the paintings that I did for the 30 paintings in 30 days challenge was chosen for The Gallerist. The game is fully funded and you can check out the Kickstarter
I love this little guy and I’m not a big owl person. The colors make me happy and there’s some fantasy/mystical happening with his third eye.
The original 16×20 acrylic painting is available. Prints and cool stuff with the image are at http://www.redbubble.com/people/robynthompson/works/15341047-third-eye-owl
Szpilman Award 2013: Best Six: RoByn Thompson
ROBYN THOMPSON Clear As The Dream On My Face RoByn Thompson uses her painterly skills to make peoples nightly dreams appear right on their faces. More Pictures 1 · More Pictures 2 · More Pictures 3 · Winner · Best Six · Fröhlich, Mladý, Šimánek & Turner · Ilisie Remus · Marwin Rüffer …