"Kree-yay-tiv-itee!"

On 1 November 2012 21:26, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>>>>> "Dem arrows agin..."
>>> Just passin’ thru en route ta the kitchen, jus thought ta mention,
blog post looks good photers an all, cool, warmly thankful.
Just after listening to some videos by (i'll say 'man' and not 'guy' what's all this guy stuff, guy who? Fawkes?)  No, Bill Ballard, is the name and i just spent (?) a while witnessing his energy and talk.  Vibes, man…
Reminded me of Charlie when he's in his astral mode but then it's me projecting all this and who needs a shaving mirror, but then it's not difficult to recognise an impending epidemic of upliftment and sure what matter it's interesting ,what am i on about....
When i get through with a bit of cuisine magic, manifest some brown rice and stuff (i could eat just rice been doing variations on it since the sixties anyway) . . . "i will arise and go now, . . . to Innisfree" and continue with the painting in progress, 'Tales of the Sea' which is evolving and what a trip the fine tuning process is, always... happily in my element playing with paint substance by a fire in a serene silent setting, been at it for well over half a century now never mind slings and arrows of outrageous globalistic control freaks, delusory crashes of economies that never once economized anyway, celtic tigers getting shot, Pandora's boxes getting looted and domino empires ominously leaning built on the alluvial banks of artificially swollen shifting hurricane sands.  (Why give such silly krischun names to hurricanes, natives had more sense, built on stilts and came back to plant crops in the remineralised silt when it was over.)  Strangest places to build skyscrapers anyway on coastal floodplains indeed, tut tut!  Tutenkarma.  And building banks made of blocks stored in empty coffers full of fake gold leaf coated ingots is not good enough to prop up the crumbling streets of walls.
But it doesn't put me off painting.  A little paint goes a long way.  And the portrait's 'at that stage', where someone who had maybe never ventured over the threshold of such a modest artistic endeavour, in taking a peek at work in progress might mistakenly turn green with envy.  Whereas, as i noticed this perceptive organism doing, i can easily switch from seeing through that mode, straight into that of the
highly self-critical mode of the practitioner.  Whereby i see, impressions apart, yes but, the nose still isn't right, the eyes still don't quite have that presence, the set of the mouth has gone a bit wonky, and it's going to take yet another whisper thin overall layer of that most delicate patchwork of interlocking and tricky-to-mix flesh tones, to get that shadow on the neck shifted over just a tiny fraction and what will it take? The more you look at something intensely and for long hours, the more ways you can perceive your perception to actually be.
And that's what i refer to as, 'fine-tuning'.
On and on, until every minute aspect and nuance of the composition is ambushed, kidnapped, and taken as far away and beyond the reach of uncritical first impression as is possible.  And that could be referred to as 'excellence'.  But, there's a point where you have to say, "'enough is enough'" or you just get screwed up and lose the bold spontanaeity of natural authentic just-so-ness.  It's a bit like dancing on a tightrope and not plummeting to earth, though i can't say i've ever done either of those.  Tending to gravitate by preference to a table and chair and a serene fireside for my daredevil exploits.  It takes all sorts.
So next on the agenda is brown rice, and then into the nocturnal fray, serenity, silence and all.
Today, i saw the most amazing huge double rainbow.  Rainbows are so huge!  And it's all a refraction on an infinity of droplets echoing the circumference of the sun.  Or is it all a manifestation of consciousness?
Anyway, it prompted me to somehow, incorporate it into the painting.
Especially as i registered such a harmonious feeling when on impulse, i painstakingly painted the whole sky with a lovely layer of a tone of uniform but juicy grey substance.  Grey can be quite profound.  Neutrality, gravity, and ominous foreboding.  The perfect backdrop for a rainbow.
And, as i type these words... instantly there's the sound of sudden downpour.  Always a good sound. Especially when you're warm and cosy by a fire.  A safe feeling.
Enough is enough.  I continue on to the kitchen and go with the grain.
As i set out to say:  the blog post looks fine.  A few more good posts like that and we'll have a fine fence.
Rain.  Rainbows.
Rainbowmaker.
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