RAINBOW FIELDS.

Coincidences of rainbow signals and synchronicity. Rounding bracken brown bends of backroads in quiet late December, to cottage kitchen candles and a seasonal meal. Bare branch hedgerows flash past, talking of earth tone textures and topography.

”The land on the left always reminds me of your paintings.” Fleeting impressions of folds of fields smooth down to dense branchy thicket where water runs in a gully and all burnished and bushy as a nest of foxes.

Where the seed of a spark launches a surge of fractal trains of imagery and imagination, culminating and coalescing into meticulously manifested icons of intrinsic integration, yet who hears or heeds such subliminal seeds of harmony?

Kind shots of the spot taken, attached and sent, furthering fractals in microcosm and on turning to return, a rainbow, food for focus in folds of fields. So square the rectangle and sketch from the screen, long calm gazing into the scene.

 

Tentatively at first with a soft pencil, ticking and checking where the shapes go. Then bolder in black and with a matchstick making marks in the primer. Though works best to lay texture first, so when it’s bare bone bumpy and dry, drawing comes out like a brass rubbing.

Then lines become unintended tones when coated with varnish, the brush retains a residue of stain but neatly adapted serves to clothe forms in volume and shadow, tones of dark adding density within contours.

 

Dried by the fire, clothing the weave with colour, learning through layers of green a new mix of pigment. Illuminating hillside enclosures lighter than the slate grey sky. Delving in the substance and energy of veils of ancient green like a mantle.

While the bronzed thicket could still evolve through rain-darkened brown, though there’s always a stage or a stroke you could imagine modifying. Then promptly painted in the prepared rainbow arc.

 

Still thinking in the abstract like a soft patchwork or tapestry woven with dark thread and ancient harmonies. Textures in the flowing carpet of earth, pristine, primeval, and emblematic.

Just as when we form pictures in the flow of cloud shapes, emergent images of places and faces in the fire, follow that faculty. The hide and seek of forms within forms, forming features for further enhancement.

It’s one thing seeing a face never mind a race on the moon, or mechanical artifacts behind every rock on Mars, but reading images credibly into random is an art.

One where you’re aware of salient features but also see how you see what you conceive of. Change the picture by what sort of dots you join and the image conforms to the concept and so with the status quo.

Long looking meditation from along the shores of an impression, arrive at a landing stage where the tapestry all ties up, the patchwork pitch-perfect and the works on display are the jewels of play, so worth more than one might have to work for.

 

Maintenance of innocence and antidote to angst, co-creating fruitful fractals one with the biosphere. Authentic evocation sends an emanation, augmenting intent like a meme or mantra. Despite dark skies a bright arc of prismatic spectral rain. Immersion in the subtle transformation of an impression, unfolding in a fertile field of vision. ~

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Martin Rainbowmaker.