AIM OF THIS BLOG.

On Thursday, February 27, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Just to reassure everybody, you're free to go back to sleep.

With the only added caveat being, i'm not in any position to offer a guarantee you'll wake up, as alarm clocks are entirely your business and it's not my aim to alarm.

Furthermore, i'm not genetically predisposed to taking even the notion of pleasure that some people on the planet evidently derive, from frightening people who are already so misled by fake propaganda, that they're needlessly paralyzed with fear anyway.

So i've no aspirations to be a whistleblower. I'm better suited to being a pianist than a key player, and it's self evident i already have a voice whenever i'm moved to use it.

So i wish to dispel any remaining anxiety that i might decide to wake you from your dream.

After all, it's your chosen reality and i respect that you feel you were never encouraged to question all that was laid on you by family, education, church, media, and society as a whole.

So have no fear i'll ever be posting graphic images of what still goes on everywhere since before officially recorded history. Though i realize you might have seen fictionalized versions of it on 'The News.'

The aim of this blog (unlike most of the others) is not to remind you that the sickest and most selfishly deluded on the planet are running everything, and have only their own worst interest at heart, because i know i'd be wasting my energy.

As instinct will tell you, if you have one, any form of persuasion, no matter how seemingly plausible, rational, respectable, or even invisible, is the surest sign of basic disrespect.

So rest assured, i won't be posting any paintings of the most talked about kind, depicting sordid grotesque distortion, or 'angst', (that's a German word but it's in the dictionary).

Or even a hint of the needless suffering and deprivation most of humanity (and not only humanity) endures every day till they don't.

Which we are continuously instructed was something else entirely. While screening choice snippets of it every hour, on the hour with ineptly chosen subtitles.

I'd gently recommend don't watch it at all. It won't aid restful sleep.

If you do find you're having disturbed dreams or undisturbed nightmares, it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. It could just be some electromagnetic phenomena you need to be aware of, your cellphone perhaps, (a hot waterbottle might be more appropriate). Or it could be an allergy to food or satellites, or an infinity of other unpublicized projects.

It's widely understood that a lot of people exhibit chronic signs of allergy to water or the lack of it. So unless you have a well or an effective filtration system, or have always lived under a rock, you'd be marginally better off drinking from a cow pond or recycling your emissions.

 

>>> NEWS FLASH.> "Black Mica Extract purifies water of ALL toxins and heavy metals while simultaneously remineralizing." Transforming poison water into healing water.

>>> Website: 'Waterliberty' ~~~

~~~ To continue the flow, the predominant focus of this blog being on natural beauty, is however, not intended to encourage or entice to apathetic daydreams, or pillow cushion against the undeniable stark realities of these "exciting times" ( that horrible cynical phrase).

Peace is far more exciting than war, though i wouldn't suggest getting overexcited.

But it (the blog) may serve as an oasis of sanity to help recall that Mother Earth herself already is an oasis in space. Just needs a wee bit of tidying up and disinfecting.

Patriarchs please note: Anything that gives birth and nurture to everything everywhere forever (touch ...wood) , i mean, 'HAS TO BE A MOTHER !"

So, what males particularly need most to restrain themselves from doing, is, displaying a jealous and innapropriate exhibition of adolescent inferiority when competing as to who can build the tallest highrise and come up with the most lethal projectile.

Whereas when i use the word 'aim' i'm not referring to targets.

Intention might be a better word but that was already too long. It's 'how' you're aimed as much as what you're aimed 'at.' Gnostics and zen archers would put the point closer to the mark.

Talking of which, i have similar feelings for this blog as i do for the garden. They both have a lot of groundwork in common. 

 

 

Nutrition and beauty is, and always remains, something to be universally shared among the community.

Regarding 'community,' it doesn't make complete sense to be only independently self sufficient whether you're alone in a desert or in a concrete jungle.

Uniqueness means, one person won't necessarily excel at everything. One community's expertise and speciality will complement and correlate with that of another and it always was.

Unity in diversity as with a jigsaw puzzle picture. Forget monoculture. Recipe for disaster. Predator takes all.

My natural predilection predisposes me to cultivate creativity. Seamlessly so, it seems, from an early age.

Art forms, whether, painting, writing, poetry, music, all spring together from the same source. Much like horticulture. Though that's more than just an analogy. It's the same plot.

I approach the garden as i would a painting. Fertile imagination, groundwork, cultivation, seed ideas, cross pollination, compost and composition, weeding out anomalies, right amount of water, and sow on...

Roots, leaves, flowers, fruit, blossoms, flourishes, thrives. Watch this patch. Otherwise, pleasant dreams. ****

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Makes Rainbows~ RBM.

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AIM OF THIS BLOG 1-5, martin law, 2014

LIVING COLOURS.

On Wed, February 26, 2014, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

Aah !...(sigh). Colour ! What a relief, a nice apolitical subject.

Though a lot of people still don't think so. But never mind, Nero, while Rome burns i'm fiddling with living colours.

The fiddler in this case is not on a roof, but only on a palette. A palette is any bit of cardboard i can find in the house without destroying the function of a box. Milk cartons unboxed make good palettes though. Waterproof too.

Living colours. That's my answer to the question; "Lifetime's usual occupation?"

Funny how palettes are ignored and not valued, as being of insignificance in contrast to the finished artwork. I've never heard of an exhibition of famous palettes.

(After completing this article i went to the internet and typed, 'famous artists' palettes' and found that not to be the case. There's photos of lots of them. They give a sense of how each artist typically applied the brush to a surface.)

Imagine a prized collection including for example, the palette of Van Gogh's 'Sunflowers', or 'Wheatfield with crows'. He probably lit the fire with them in the autumn, i don't think it was his last painting.

Or the palette of La Gioconda / Mona Lisa. He might have used it to block up a mouse hole, who knows? Though traditional palettes already had a hole for the thumb, and they used to clean them after use, like you'd clean a plate.

People assume palettes to be relatively irrelevant or secondary. Like floor cloths or pot scrubbers, just because you throw them away. When really you'd be lost without them.

Like not having a plate to eat off.

As for 'secondary', they're obviously primary, secondary, and tertiary, and all shades, tones, hues, and tints in between.

As for irrelevant, on the contrary. They're fascinating. After all, that's where a primary part of the concentrated focus goes on. It's a very precise business mixing a colour.

Of equal importance, the 'tone' has to be exact, and i mean exact to the finest possible degree. Like fine-tuning an instrument to concert pitch.

Unless of course, you're a masochist who feels more at home with disharmony and discomfort in dystopia.

But palettes can be beautiful in themselves, due to the focus of discernment that's gone into them. Combined with the absence of concern for conscious imagery. Which allows subconscious imagery to emerge by itself.

It's good for the creative imagination to be able to read into such amorphous clues.

A blob is not 'just a blob.' Even if it fell on the floor. It's no less of an interesting natural phenomenon just because you curse it for being in the wrong place and call it a fracking mess. That's just apartheid, the right colour in the wrong place.

The significance of 'art' is not that you just faked an illusion of appearance. It's that you didn't fake or contrive anything, but somehow managed to allow the natural beauty of the substance itself, to manifest without mangling it in the process.

Pigment is magical stuff, with the potential to embody the lowest and the highest expression of what we may feel or aspire to. The palette is the micro arena of primal alchemy.

No matter if it's cardboard, a mysteriously versatile and useful material in itself. You'd wonder how it came from a tree. I suppose they scrunch it up a bit and turn it into a pancake.

Van Gogh painted on cardboard too. He wasn't on a pension or even in one, so you'd hardly judge him. A lot of people live in cardboard boxes, usually without space for a partner. A housing crisis causes a lot of people to flip their lid.

But the point is, living colour. You have to live it for the joy of life to come alive in it and enliven it. Breathe the breath of life into it. It's a kind and generous thing to be doing. It's also therapeutic for emotional and spiritual welbeing, refinement of the evolution of perception.

When you take more than just an extended chronological moment to look into it, you may even be amazed by what appears. You can see images in clouds but why stop there? You can see whatever you wish, anywhere. In trees, earth, water, walls, dirt, especially random arrangements of paint.

Precisely because what's there is uncontrived.

It's a matter of connecting the dots, and dashes, in 'the mind's eye.' So together they constitute the image of your imagined focus, and ignore what doesn't fit.

Artists do that. Leonardo did that. Children do that, and we're all children, and artists if we do that. So we can afford to be innocent, you don't lose anything. Shamans and medicine people do it and call it 'second attention.'

Attention being the only thing you have to pay. The rest is free.

That amazing, ever curious, pianist, writer and innovative wise scientist, Ervin Laszlo, founder of 'The Budapest Institute', has revealed and demonstrated that this faculty is the larger part of our being. Not officially recognized until now. Our deeper self which transcends time and space.

So what's to be said about colour? Nothing.

Because anything that's not already apparent is beyond words anyway. Simply looking saves a lot of unnecessary breathing. The slower you breathe, the brighter and clearer the colours, and you feel them more. Colour meditation.

It does help though, to know exactly which colours complement one another on the colour wheel. It's a circular rainbow with complementary colours opposite one another like numbers on a clock. Precise harmonies compliment each other, they're setting us a good example.

The primaries, red, yellow, and blue,

any pairs of which, when mixed make

secondaries (so called), orange, green, and purple.

When you mix pairs of them,

you get tertiaries, earth tones and colour greys, and so on into neutrality. Amazing !

A principle i picked up in art school, (not the Principal); If you take any pair of complementaries, say, red and green. Make them the same TONE (as in lighter and darker).

Such that if you took a black and white photo they'd look identical. Put them side by side so they contact. What you'd call intimate relationship.

The closer in tone, the more they flash and flicker. Understandably. Probably because the optics can't decide if they're equal or opposite.

Equally amazing !

And you hear people say, "Oh no, those colours clash, i don't know why !"

Another lesson right there. Maybe they just don't genuinely (and sincerely) complement one another enough to sustain a harmonious relationship.~

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Makes Rainbows / a.k.a Martin



Art:
   martin rainbowmaker's palettes

Rainbow Embryo

Rainbow Embryo, martin law, Nov 2007

METAMORPHOSIS.

Met a morpho sis',

shape shifting sister on the shoreline.

Silted salt streaked strands

of raven hair, surrendered to sky.

As ripples softly swish,

shallow wavelets ebb and flow,

sand cloud washes of crabweed sediment,

in seeming sleep to the singing sea.

Sister to silica salt soaked sand,

morphs through voluptuous blushes,

a strand above surf surge rushes,

rings, wrinkling spiralled wormcast washes.

Timelessness in the shell's inner ear,

pearlescence of colours that appear

molecular through jellyfish flesh,

a light transformation from within,

to the lulling hum of love toned waves.

Full rainbow bodied radiance

rose through indigo to violet crown.

Uplifted by lilt of iodine caress,

one with water worlds in metamorphosis.~

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Rainbowmaker.

Feb. 17. 2014.

Rainbow Bodies video, martin rainbowmaker

METAMORPHOSIS, martin law, Feb 2014