Recent reports of rampage of rage and outrage over ruinous rumours regarding right and wrong. Resulting in wrecked rhythms and outright robbery rudely intruding on recognized rights and regular routines.
Cruelly curtailing and cancelling cohesion in chaos of collective cognitive dissonance. Even rainbows were misappropriated and the spectrum disrespected and forcibly fashioned into a fanatically false fetish. Diversity deliberately demonized but demonstrably diabolically deified as a dichotomy deceptively deployed as divisive delusion and deviously delivered as a veritable virtuous vortex.
Long lapse since previous post but yes there's more. Many may well have wondered if I'd evaporated or just dried up. Though the previous post was so adequate as an introduction that I was hesitant to follow up with anything that might be less so. Along with an inspiration numbing retreat from ongoing intentional world-size dramas of deliberate disappointment and demoralization by design.
Though now, perusing this painting prompted this piece of prose as a possible post. My attention as well as my footsteps were recently drawn to a painting I made more than twenty years ago and which was bought around that time by Christine who runs the local craft shop.
I hadn't visited the shop in years until last week when I called by to enquire if she still had handmade shoes for sale. She did and I bought a pair, pleased to have footwear with durable soles and heels for a change. Unprompted by me Christine happened to comment, "the painting still hangs in a prominant place." I thanked her for that. I was also pleased to find later that I still have a photo of it.
The painting: COSMIC DAISIES.~ 2003.
As to why I would feel prompted to share this particular painting, it has little to do with conventional reasons or resemblance to reality in a literal sense. It's more because it embodies a quality of positive sensitivity which there are no actual words for even if I go to some lengths to say so. It's a complete antidote to all that is evoked in the two opening paragraphs. A healing essence and peaceful vibration. A counterbalance to all forms of worldly harshness and prevalent intentional uglification.
Bright sunbursts of feathered petals pervaded by a timeless eternal dimension of soft clear light. Mellow micro macro mode of fine-tuned tones and flavour, a sunny warmth and delicate detail in light and shifting shadows. The immanence of innocence epitomized as starlike icons against a deep dark of earth, or perhaps a void with pinpoint stars. Unanimous in harmonious cohesion silently singing together as one family of flower beings.
After every edge or boundary, inseparably a correlative oceanic space expands allowing inevitable diverse multiplicities of more form/space to proliferate to infinity and ever beyond and you can count on that, at least for a little while. The finite is merely a micro-measure of infinity, which by definition is beyond all definition and we are one with that, just as distinctness demonstrates underlying mutual inseparability. Finite proves infinity as one and the same. Anything inseparable is the same thing/no thing. Form and space are one. *
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Martin Rainbowmaker
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