A PATH
EMERGING.
Nocturnal
doodling with pencil and paper. Envisioned an opening into a
timeless realm. A long straight path between marker stones. Waves
of ochre blond grass. A STRAIGHT PATH to ancient oak woods. A
shower passes in autumn light.
From
the original drawing only 7”x 5” small. Enlarged and transferred
to canvas, only 10”x 14” small. Brought to life as a place to
enter into imaginatively.
Any
more than you can observe grass imperceptibly growing but only notice
stages of it. This glimpse occurred over a period of five days or
so.
It's
a playful but disciplined manifestation of imagination actualized.
An artistic exploration.
Forget
styles, eras, schools and movements, it's not in 'the art world',
it's outside, seen from within. An inside out process.
Simply
A STRAIGHT PATH to who knows where or when. A path emerging in
consciousness, and no one knows where that is either. It's
everywhere.
Perhaps
the world is not so much a place, as a state of awareness, which is
what's termed 'non local.' Art is a way of being present
imaginatively, and imagination is a priceless human attribute. So
this is not 'a commercial artifact,' just the fact of art.
Many
people do themselves a disservice when they claim to have no
imagination. How could they imagine such a thing? I bet their
dreams are equally outrageously creative. It's not as if they were
created by somebody else.
This
is 'nature' outside the current age. Who in their natural state of
being would wish to be defined by the current context of 'historical
time', or any time at all?
As
we also are, without the superimposition of temporal concepts of
perception.
This
understanding filters through the essence of each and every brush
mark. It's not just that there are no signs or even a sign of
telegraph poles or other infrastructure. It's that the organic flow
pervading nature is not deviated from as the creative source.
If
nature has an ancient look about it, it's because it 'is' ancient,
sublimely so, and so is the soul and the human forms it takes on. A
fact that so called 'normal perception' typically ignores.
The
'age' we are said to live in is just an optical illusion. So, to
impose an arbitrary date or an era on the scene is to miss the mark
entirely and not see it at all. It could just as easily be in the
megalithic period. Nothing has changed but our perception of what
is.
Painting
is a way of saying it without words. Which, while they may describe,
or even evoke, (if you speak the language), don't depict or
demonstrate.
Whereas,
imagination flows freely into paint substance and illuminates the
land in breeze blown relief. The pictographic language of 'the way
of the brush' inscribes the illuminated hieroglyphs of
re-enchantment.~
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rainbowmaker~
Art: A Straight Path, martin law, Oct 2013
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