You
may say it’s just a dream.
It’s
a vision i have seen,
of
a world that’s new and green,
in
the golden days.~
(A song.)
I’m
still getting a perspective on this recent painting, Ancient Future,
and the process through which it came to be.
At
a casual glance it may seem light-weight and not without
imperfections but as an artistic therapeutic uplift from an unbidden
introspective like the need of a seed emerging from inner depths to
be birthed into the light.
Even
these words are a second rewrite, as the visual image urge relates to
impressions so ephemeral and elusive not subject to the rules of
grammar. A subterranean understatement. Probably an impulse from
the earth herself.
File
under the current state of humanity as one with the planet without
further elaboration. Combined with the ascending awareness of
previously dormant potential accessible to human imagination. Then
found a video talk on the internet by Lucia Rene, titled (Ascension
game changer.) With regard to being in resonance with the world’s
resonance rising. Bound to be uplifting.
Creative
blocks are not much fun especially if you’re not a plumber. The
flow to go with was nowhere apparent but for an ancient mound in mind
and vast distant vistas vibrating in waves to infinity like a far off
promised land.
Key
elements from a previous painting traced and placed relative to
proportion and perspective without a clue or cue what the rest might
do. Till a few fields miraculously modified and metamorphed and with
the help of an eraser settled into the rounding curve of the land.
Visualizing
spatial dimensions of air and land in proportional progressions of
atmospherics of colour tone and contour. Then the ‘ring barrow’
with the mound in the middle suggested itself. Making sure the
ellipse was on a lateral plane congruent with respect to perspective.
Recalling
a recent morning barely on the brink of waking, as if a hypnogogic
hand briefly pointed or drew the subsequent identical ellipse at that
spot, and surfaced again, just when the land needed a central circle
symbol focus.
Five
days and nights coaxing something from nothing in particular with a
method. Minutely modifying and modulating till land and sky expanded
out credibly and consistently from underfoot to horizon line.
Vast
grassy plains into the infinite. Down to a thin sliver of faraway
forest and mysterious distant ranging hills long low and receding
into pale atmospheric blue.
It’s
all in the imagining, what kind of world would such an image be
emanating from, what goes on there? Intuition says it’s a world
where all boundaries and divisions are blended and blessed in
diversity and a sublime timelessness pervades the biospheric
continuum.
No
past relics of metal, plastic, and concrete and all parasitic plunder
ameliorated, harmonious habitations with no scars of speeding cars or
geomantic aberrations but markers and signs of reverence for the
land, and what’s more we’ve done it before.
The
ancients way ahead of us in the imagined future where spirit entails
fewer props, crutches, gadgets, institutions, regulations, but with
unreserved resolutions to pollutions. Dispute resolved in community
fairness and no hierarchy, punishing for profit. Mutual amends made
without amendments.
Perhaps
an ancient future wave is washing through this place, redefining it
to a state of being, uplifting all an octave to a plateau above
mundane. Integrated nurture without boundaries, food freely grown
locally everywhere as you do and it does naturally everywhere there’s
no shortage of soil.
Ancient
Future, no sooner complete than sent out as a signal over the
synthetic lighthouse like a phoenix from the ashes and the earth in
abundance.
Kindness
being a better bonding than money or gold, in sharing, ancient future
thereby becomes a present, other than which nothing is. ~
~~~
~~~ ~ ~~~ ~~~
Martin
Rainbowmaker.