On Sunday, February 8,
2015, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:
In
the beginning, if there ever is one, was the oak, and the word was
‘ac’ to the Anglo-Saxon, hence ‘acorn.’ ‘Dair’, ‘doire,’
and ‘darach’ to the Goidelic-speaking tribes, and lots of other
names to lots of other people.
The
oak embodies many noble and sturdy attributes, being both Goddess and
God, wisdom and knowledge, and it was universally ‘ac-knowledged’
to be so, and pristine forest covered the face of the land. Hence
there was more bark than dark or how would the forest thrive.
The
‘creator’, if one were even necessary, was, and is, eternally
immanent, omnipresent, one-with the creation, there being no such
thing as separation except in thought. Diversity being the
quintessential component of unity, and all is wrong if only one can
be right.
So
whatever the long list of noble attributes we say the oak stands for,
it, self–evidently is well able to stand for itself. Exponentially
more decisively and solidly so, despite humans with many axes to
grind, who think trees are made of wood. So oak is worthy of
reverence for setting us such a good example of strength, longevity,
and selfless service to all.
The
most undeniably indispensable attribute to celebrate and be humbly
grateful for, being its presence. Though it’s a pity to have to
state the obvious.
Words
can do untold damage if used without undue consideration. Since the
structure of language is designed so as to infinitely divide the
indivisible, right down to the finest fractal of differentiation.
The explicit purpose, of course being to have an adequate supply of
separate bits of reality, so as to be able to rearrange them in a
variety of different orders.
That’s
understandable, so long as we realize it’s only the bits or
concepts which are separate, and not that which they refer to.
Otherwise reality would fall apart. That being so, i turn to paint.
How’s that for a neat bit of shape shifting?
There
are already enough, probably millions, of paintings of oak trees in
the world, and more no doubt, presently being created. Just an
aspect of what we do, one with it all. So here’s another one.
My
motivation is not to later swap it for bits of paper with numbers on,
and ‘difficult to duplicate designs’, which we strangely regard
as having intrinsic worth. Thereby playing into the supposedly ‘only
game in town’, namely: enslavement to numbers.
Paper
comes by common courtesy of trees but the real currency is shared
appreciation. So, drawn into the presence of oak, the natural
ritualistic play of creative expression is also a gesture of shared
appreciation.
Art
has more to do with gratitude, generosity, and community, than with
commerce. The latter has reached such heights, or depths of
absurdity, that people with more paper than poetic passion pay tens
of millions in ‘money’ for one painting. Thereby keeping the
illusion of monetary worth, as opposed to intrinsic worth, firmly
established as ‘the only game in town.’
This
playful wordplay preamble simply to say, i present a succinct string
of chronological photos of the distinct (but not separate)
significant stages in the progress of the process. Hopefully of more
help to whoever may feel they need such a thing, and worth more to me
to be able to do so.
“Do
trees have standing?” The intentionally odd sounding question put
forward by many who are coming forward in droves in defence and
support, and healing of the much abused Earth we are inescapably one
with.
That
said, as a present and enduring firm and stable affirmation in
representation, speaking for ‘the standing people’, the trees, of
the ‘Presence of Oak,’ *
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Martin
Rainbowmaker.
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