ABSTRACT ROSES. ( A ramble).

On Sat, Sep 07, 2013 at 11:53PM , Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

ABSTRACT ROSES. ( A ramble).
In the beginning was The Rose and it was spelt EROS.

The Devil was nowhere to be found in the detail as he hadn't been invented yet.

You can see that for yourself by simply zooming in, through levels of magnification and descending into deep fertile chasms and folds and flying low over bright blooms windblown, composed of seeming random generous giant gestures of sensuous substance.

Primal patchwork impasto and soft touches to pink painted petals, just off the tip of the brush. You'd be amazed what brushes get up to in close up, well i am.

It's a veritable den of zen in there.

With no dark denizens in the detail, only among the dragon lines, flourishes from the 'the angel in the works', translating direct from the TAO Goddess of Flow and all in the mind's eye and your world is where your heart is.

If you can tell a nuance from a nuisance and without stepping back to admire the view, perceive pigment as a possible portal. Without denying the beauty in the eye of the beholder while being aware your projections are in your face.

What can you do for people who, having grown up only to become 'normal' can't bring their love to bear on the sacredness of surfaces to focus longer than a TV logo.

Who subliminally decreed that surfaces weren't as sacred as insides? There's no inside without the outside. As if you can't judge some books by their cover. You don't have to be a 'remote viewer' or a designer of projectiles but dot your eyes, tease your cross and say 'female fairies'.

Some people think beauty is only what they think it is and so no big surprise.

Having forgotten and not remembered, how to read signs that don't just point to something else. The significance 'in them'

not beyond or around them.

I mean, you don't just see 'what's really there'. You simply really see what you really see. If you see it it's there. Call it 'experience now', or don't call it anything at all.

But to return to the point: 'paint.' And mixing metaphors as if they were an indispensable acrylic substance and WONDER why people don't notice nuances or realize aesthetics are the best medicine and taste is not a problem.

  

Having been to an unusual degree metaphorically immersed in paint all my life no small WONDER if rainbows are part of the furniture and dripping spectrums stain the glass. Why have a favourite colour when you have the whole visible spectrum if not a plectrum to play with?

Meanwhile palettes go unpublished, ignored, as if something secondary to the work itself when they're primary and rarely looked into despite being loaded with subliminals and inadvertent other intent.

Blending the black and the white of Mars and Titanium with Permanent Rose. Fine tuned and refined viscous not vicious but water soluble mixing tones from darker to enlightening.

People have the physical and the spiritual living in separate appartments ( as in meant to be apart), and when you put a grid over free association, people get off on the 'forbidden' part and forget the fruit.

Thereby declaring seeds of wars instead of roses and manifest abundance and the people crying in dreams for freedom at peace with itself.

Mixing colours is mutable magic medicine.

It's about refining flavours and sensing significance as with smells and aromas.

It's the spirit of substance and the substance of spirit.

To say, “there is more than meets the eye”, only errs and infers a duality that in reality is apparent but nonexistent.~

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Art:

ROSE SPELT EROS, martin law, Aug 2013

Close-up Photos, martin law