On Tue, Jan 29, 2013 at 1:06 AM, Martin
Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com>
wrote:
Meg
O'Lith Lives.
Full MOON in Leo, (where the Moon is, in my birth-chart. Maybe i AM in sync).
As i just completed the painting, 'The Stone-Woman.'
It took one week to paint, mostly nocturnally.
Not counting the preliminary tracing from my original pencil drawing,
and the gestation and synthesis of ideas preceding that.
So, why is this grey apparition of a pensive woman,
( who is simultaneously a 'cromlech', cromleac in Gaelic = a standing stone,
standing with her back to the rapidly rising dawn?
Could it be, that her shroud of sorrows, up until the present,
is why she is made of stone?
Perhaps she grew weary of waiting, standing sentinel on a high hill,
scanning interminably the far horizon, waiting for the dark clouds
to make way for the light.
This is not the modern world of cars and cities.
This is the 'mythical' timeless world of Imagination.
The naked archaic land as it is, in Eternity,
spread like a fertile mantle beneath the historical drama.
It could well be any time at all, likewise, it could be the no-time at all.
Which is what it is anyway.
The image went through its numerous inevitable transformations.
As mentioned previously, the genesis of the original idea came from
contemplating a potential title: Bright Horizon.
The pictorial space extends from right under your feet,
far and away to infinity. I had originally also considered a 'seed title',
'The Near And Far,' (yet another 13 letter title.)
I did make a bold intuitive move at a certain stage,
'overpainting' some foreground fields, with that cool green
that you don't expect to see in nature, but which does occur.
Rightly or wrongly, (as they say) i trusted that, and left it that way.
A friend who is an accomplished artist had suggested,
there would surely be water in the scene. Being Ireland,
Eire, Eireann, Inis Fail, Inis Fodhla, Hibernia,
Land of The Wolves, Isles of The Blessed, Eriu*.
*'Eriu, (The Goddess), Not, E.U.
They knocked out the 'RI', the King Pin, (or Queen Pin)
albeit incrementally and by default, but the result remains the same.
From ERIU, to E.U. and no RI. Goddess help us!
Anyway, how far back do you want to go?
"Oh, sure, drop me off at the Dawn of Civilization, the DOC.
I have a return ticket anyway."
While visualizing the pre-dawn mist, i suddenly had a feeling for
that specific hue and tone of green, purely as substance of feeling.
The colour has a certain iris-like sweetness, and many levels
of ancient associations.
I let it be as it is, noticing that it seems to evoke the sense that,
the area down below is tinted by mist, therefore,
there is a body of water or marsh somewhere down there.
Undoubtedly, the dawn is rapidly approaching,
as can be discerned on the farthest horizons of land.
I altered the direction of the shadows
and light source when i realized this.
I feel, that when she is bathed in the full light of dawn,
her grey eminence of sorrows will melt away,
and she will be reborn into her true Goddess nature.
She will slowly turn, to greet the approaching new light,
and be the herald that she is.
Celebrating the awakening of the redeemed green land.
Coda: Mysteriously, in the precise instant i penned these exact words,
there was a clattering in the hallway.
I peered through the curtains, expecting to just catch mischievous
kids in the street this time.
Or a junk-mail deliverer ignoring my newly painted sign.
Instead, what i found, was, that
my big green aerial map of Eire, had
suddenly become 'un-blue-tacked' from the wall
and clattered to the floor, where it lay.
As i said before, 'scoffers may scoff but they might as well cough'.
Call it 'coincidence' but it co-incided impeccably. And as i also said,
it's not as if i was just doodling with a crossword puzzle.
A perfect reminder of an essential part of what we have forgotten:
The power of the word, uttered with 'feeling and benevolent intent.'
It has been demonstrated by Russian scientists, that the spoken word,
language and sound, effectively reprograms our DNA structure.
Surprise surprise...
Likewise, Masaru Emoto, the Japanese researcher, demonstrated
thousands of times, that frozen water crystals change their
micro geometry in direct response to language, any language.
Whether written or spoken, positive or negative,
produces observable change in mollecular structure
of a harmonious or inharmonious nature.
Water, being crystaline, has memory, and we, being in large part
composed of water, better be aware of what we say.
No surprise that homeopathy works. Why wouldn't it?
But i'm sure the walls are listening, and so am i....
Lest the Goddess comes clattering in my hallway.
Without doubt, the true Dawn is overdue
and she's always more than welcome.
' They say the darkest hour..................'
Silence. I'm listening.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
RBM/ Martin.
art
: The Stone Woman, martin law, Jan 2013Full MOON in Leo, (where the Moon is, in my birth-chart. Maybe i AM in sync).
As i just completed the painting, 'The Stone-Woman.'
It took one week to paint, mostly nocturnally.
Not counting the preliminary tracing from my original pencil drawing,
and the gestation and synthesis of ideas preceding that.
So, why is this grey apparition of a pensive woman,
( who is simultaneously a 'cromlech', cromleac in Gaelic = a standing stone,
standing with her back to the rapidly rising dawn?
Could it be, that her shroud of sorrows, up until the present,
is why she is made of stone?
Perhaps she grew weary of waiting, standing sentinel on a high hill,
scanning interminably the far horizon, waiting for the dark clouds
to make way for the light.
This is not the modern world of cars and cities.
This is the 'mythical' timeless world of Imagination.
The naked archaic land as it is, in Eternity,
spread like a fertile mantle beneath the historical drama.
It could well be any time at all, likewise, it could be the no-time at all.
Which is what it is anyway.
The image went through its numerous inevitable transformations.
As mentioned previously, the genesis of the original idea came from
contemplating a potential title: Bright Horizon.
The pictorial space extends from right under your feet,
far and away to infinity. I had originally also considered a 'seed title',
'The Near And Far,' (yet another 13 letter title.)
I did make a bold intuitive move at a certain stage,
'overpainting' some foreground fields, with that cool green
that you don't expect to see in nature, but which does occur.
Rightly or wrongly, (as they say) i trusted that, and left it that way.
A friend who is an accomplished artist had suggested,
there would surely be water in the scene. Being Ireland,
Eire, Eireann, Inis Fail, Inis Fodhla, Hibernia,
Land of The Wolves, Isles of The Blessed, Eriu*.
*'Eriu, (The Goddess), Not, E.U.
They knocked out the 'RI', the King Pin, (or Queen Pin)
albeit incrementally and by default, but the result remains the same.
From ERIU, to E.U. and no RI. Goddess help us!
Anyway, how far back do you want to go?
"Oh, sure, drop me off at the Dawn of Civilization, the DOC.
I have a return ticket anyway."
While visualizing the pre-dawn mist, i suddenly had a feeling for
that specific hue and tone of green, purely as substance of feeling.
The colour has a certain iris-like sweetness, and many levels
of ancient associations.
I let it be as it is, noticing that it seems to evoke the sense that,
the area down below is tinted by mist, therefore,
there is a body of water or marsh somewhere down there.
Undoubtedly, the dawn is rapidly approaching,
as can be discerned on the farthest horizons of land.
I altered the direction of the shadows
and light source when i realized this.
I feel, that when she is bathed in the full light of dawn,
her grey eminence of sorrows will melt away,
and she will be reborn into her true Goddess nature.
She will slowly turn, to greet the approaching new light,
and be the herald that she is.
Celebrating the awakening of the redeemed green land.
Coda: Mysteriously, in the precise instant i penned these exact words,
there was a clattering in the hallway.
I peered through the curtains, expecting to just catch mischievous
kids in the street this time.
Or a junk-mail deliverer ignoring my newly painted sign.
Instead, what i found, was, that
my big green aerial map of Eire, had
suddenly become 'un-blue-tacked' from the wall
and clattered to the floor, where it lay.
As i said before, 'scoffers may scoff but they might as well cough'.
Call it 'coincidence' but it co-incided impeccably. And as i also said,
it's not as if i was just doodling with a crossword puzzle.
A perfect reminder of an essential part of what we have forgotten:
The power of the word, uttered with 'feeling and benevolent intent.'
It has been demonstrated by Russian scientists, that the spoken word,
language and sound, effectively reprograms our DNA structure.
Surprise surprise...
Likewise, Masaru Emoto, the Japanese researcher, demonstrated
thousands of times, that frozen water crystals change their
micro geometry in direct response to language, any language.
Whether written or spoken, positive or negative,
produces observable change in mollecular structure
of a harmonious or inharmonious nature.
Water, being crystaline, has memory, and we, being in large part
composed of water, better be aware of what we say.
No surprise that homeopathy works. Why wouldn't it?
But i'm sure the walls are listening, and so am i....
Lest the Goddess comes clattering in my hallway.
Without doubt, the true Dawn is overdue
and she's always more than welcome.
' They say the darkest hour..................'
Silence. I'm listening.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
RBM/ Martin.
I love the painting and especially the green to add...Can i have a copy? I'll trade ya...Nice work Martin xx
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