JUST A REMINDER.

 

 Poignantly apparent perhaps, a previous and present pause in the perennial process of painting, posting, piano playing, and poetic prose production.  Partly predictable and not without past precedent.

 

One may well wonder why.  While with one's awareness as witness to wild unwinding within the world of wily, wilful, warlike ways; where otherwise the way would be to welcome, to wish and wonder.  Wonder when we the world will welcome wellness and wake and walk as one.

 

  

 Tales of the Sea.  2012

Having said that, which speaks for itself, as well of course for whoever happens to be reading it, this is just a reminder.  A reminder that there are a lot of writings and paintings embedded within this blog which I wish for people to explore freely.  While I have no way of knowing if a visitor to this site does so or to what extent.

 

Presence of Oak.  2015

To paraphrase the two opening paragraphs for anyone unable to comprehend alliterated language:  There's still a lull in my creative motivation or at least inspiration since people everywhere have been induced to lose the plot, so no wonder if inspiration is affected.  "It's easier to fool people than to convince them they've been fooled."  That's outrageously self-evident.

 

  

Apache Mystery.  No.2. 2012. (Detail)

I mean, how do you share the love and beauty of nature when people have been tricked into fearing every aspect of their surroundings?  In this case that which is invisible and therefore all too easy to assume it to be anywhere and everywhere simply because it's said to be just that: invisible.

 

 

Rainbow Planet.  2017.

This is just an invitation to look deeper into what's presented here.  This is just eight years of paintings, diverse writings, as well as music.  You can either continue scrolling down and click 'older posts', or pick any year and month in the 'archives.'  It goes all the way back to how this blog originated, from random free-form emails and gradually took on a more carefully contemplated form.

 

Black Feathers. 2015.

I'm glad to be adding another post, after recently accidentally deleting both my access to 'Blogger' as well as my email account, both now restored.  Mainly I want to just bring a few previously posted paintings forward into a present post as I feel their intrinsic worth is in simply being seen and calmly contemplated.  Besides, I need to create and share a bit of beauty despite a planet that's plainly lost the plot.

 

Ancient Future. (Detail)  2016.

Also to add that a friend who's name is Cathy has put together a website:  Lazy Ostrich.ie

There you will see 69 of my paintings side by side, in a number of pages without any text to distract.  They can be clicked to enlarge individually.  Though it may not be immediately obvious, any painting is available from her site as a quality print with accurate colour reproduction.  I believe that to be the purpose of the site and that the prints are easily affordable. So, talking of sight do take a look.  Honouring the spirit of beauty, as well as love, peace, freedom, truth, abundance and all other imminently endangered species. ~

 

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ON OTHER WORLDS.

In an infinite universe (what other sort is there?) the likelihood of unimaginable and diversely inhabited worlds without end is of course undeniable.  In an infinite universe probabilities are infinite.

In infinity there is no beginning, no ending, no boundary, no time but eternal now, and no limitation on what may be, and so already is.  In an infinite universe everything imaginable and infinitely more exists everywhere.

So why call it infinite?  In the micro-macro view how could it be otherwise?  Finite is only a measured portion of the infinite with a name.  Whatever we give a name to, we thereby define as a finite thing as being distinct from its surroundings by having an edge.  The name conventionally only applies within this boundary, while in actuality any so-called 'thing' only exists by virtue of what surrounds it.

Beyond every edge however is always space for more and we call it absence.  What we don't focus on is that form and space are not two separate realities.  No form without space no space without form, anywhere, ever.  Self-evident of course but universally ignored, we think we find things more useful than absence, but if that were true, most things would be useless.

Try depicting or even imagining form without space or space without form.  One implies the other.  As with any complementaries, what we call their difference is their shared relative distinctness they have in common.  Each implies the other, they are each and both one- another, and so on to infinity in all directions forever, form and space inter-relating, mutating one into the so-called other.

On another level, it's been quite a while since the previous blog post and the previous painting.  Not surprisingly the unprecedented global drama was affecting my inspirational flow and motivation even before it surfaced and I was already questioning the nature of creativity before that, and then a shock to see a world so universally tricked by deception, literally spell-bound by fear into behaving less than human and in conflict with our own most basic best interests.

Relevant to the counterproductive absurdity of so-called lock down, these drawings and many more during that phase came out of a decade  long seemingly unavoidable confinement in a sordid substandard and claustrophobic rented backstreet house without daylight, or window view but for concrete and no surrounding space and an uphill road right on the doorstep with oil tankers, diggers and dump trucks grinding gears by the window for a year and a half, now that was a lock down.

So much for understatement, but despite being trapped in a box of gloom I did do a lot of paintings, illustrated a published book: see on this blog 'Castles of Cork', played Grand Piano publicly, self-taught in the process, in Bantry House a 'Stately Home', every season, every week.  See 'Videos' (especially No.7 of 7) on this blog at right and CD 'Tracing Ten Summers.'

So these drawings and many more evolved from meditative and therapeutic 'doodles', along with multiple page after page of variations on an unknown but spontaneously and meticulously improvised hieroglyphic script of a very self-consistent character and which I still have examples of.  Mary Rodwell of A.C.E.R.N. in Australia has some of it in her book: 'Awakening' and uses some of these drawings in her E.T. related presentations. 

Basically I simply want to share these selected otherworldly drawings as they have a gentle introspective quality of improvisation which would be a shame to remain unseen.  Even though they are in the archive previously here in 2013.  under 'News Soundbite', I wanted to make them accessible again.

They were originally transcribed very slowly and carefully with inner receptive focus, open to exploration of intrinsic imagination of what may be actual insights like remote viewings or glimpses of how it may be in other realms of predominantly prevailing benevolence or even on other worlds.  No need to wait for "disclosure" to be assured that everything imaginable and more, exists somewhere, on other worlds. *

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  Martin Rainbowmaker