Progress In Process

On 4 November 2012 17:14, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

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Play process in progress a sneak peek thru the painter's porthole though some might say it's work. Certainly some skill of magically encrypted unspeakable open ended disciplines and poetic precision coaxed into total recall in solitude untainted by the work ethic. (I got my own ethic.) A personal practice transcending time.
Glad to hear you're shipshape and seeworthy.
Was up through the night, which is no news, silently immersed in practical imagination while the local populace snores oblivious of the omnipresent and eternal lulling hiss of salt and shingle.
Toning down to sombre grey the maritime sky and feeling out a feasible arc of rainbow miraculously completed without a hitch.
Currently contemplative sipping black coffee and feeding the fire and imaging how such a darkened sky would meet the ocean's far horizon, and would there be a hint of rust-sailed archaic sailboat in this fable, and what of the seagulls cry, and which way the wind?

Between times, tuning the utmost delicate tones of salt spray flesh, and bladderwrack tangles of wild hair calling out for hints of highlights.
As fortune favoured, i managed to steer the flow such as to preserve what was attained of the seagirl's features without falling into that loop of correction upon correction going nowhere but adrift at sea without an anchor, so that's progress.
Meanwhile, a good hearth fire is radiating well , the room's warming up and i'm nearly done with the granola. (that would be a good name for a gallion) Granola Hispaniola.....   The call of the brush....  Sirens, mermaids and fish scales and breathing some life into imagination's manifestation, the kiss of life.
( Today,as of last midnight, and for 24 hours and onwards, people the world over are doing the Hathor world Peace Meditation Visualization Manifestation  (see Tom Kenyon.com)  I figured my painting process would feed into that since the intent is the same)  But i do need to resume meditation proper, been a bit lax.
Hey ho me hearties!....  Smarty Arty Marty aka RBM.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{'waves.} 

art : The Beech Woods, martin law, 1993
artwork : digital pan play - image definition, frame construct, SEP 12 - wfp for moo

The true, "Tales of the Sea."

On Thu, Nov 8, 2012 at 4:13 AM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

~~~~ The true,' Tales of the Sea.'

We're talking about immaculate conception coupled with painstaking manifestation.  The conception commenced on October 16 with the preliminary drawing, and came to completion on November 4th at six in the morning.  Working most evenings and whole nights in between till around 3.30 a.m.
The original concept evolved in the process to what it is now, by a series of imaginative visualization decisions.   Transformation of a challenging portrait into a poetic fable or icon.  Metamorphosis.
I am well aware, that to the 'untrained eye', a picture is just a picture, never mind how it came to be exactly what it is.  You have to live through it to know what it is.
For example, even though it may look relatively simple, there is a very fine but firm line involved in avoiding the obvious and the predictable.  While at the same time 'pushing the envelope', as they call it.
That's an aspect of poetic craft.  Elusive to describe accurately. 
But involves not being merely literal, or narrative, or mundanely obvious.  Instead, considering each and every element in its' interrelationship with all other elements, from a feeling point of view as well as structurally.

Well, i'm pleased, and nobody is more self-critical of what i make than i am.  You wouldn't believe how fine it gets.
I know that people think it's easy.  "Oh it's easy for him, he's clever at that."  No big surprise, and precious little wonderment.
Well, it's a huge source of wonder to me.  Always. 
"Easy", you say?  Well, it only took seventy years of trial and error, and a lot of love and dedication.  Which, by the way, has absolutely zilch, zero, nothing whatsoever to do with monetary or any other 'reward', other than the experience itself.  And so it ever was and will be.
So it happened that, the day after completion, was as anticipated, a bright sunny day in early November.  Designated as the day to use my new digital camera and get some good shots of the picture.
Being not naturally predominantly left brain hemisphere inclined, at least in the technological sense, and for good reason from a creative and inspirational capability, (despite a predominantly left brain (logical) world.  A malfunctioning device threw me for a bit of a loop.
No fault with the camera, other than the batteries had used up, as i found out much later, and rectified.
Absurd really.  That no sooner than the lens had extended itself out, it receded itself back in again before i could activate any other function.
Repeated this at least fifty times in a row like a paleolithic with an iPad while a nice sunny day went on outside. (I know i have one foot in the neolithic if not the pre-cambrian.)
This ritual, combined with having just listened intently to a long video on 'Dutchsince' youtube, by 'Climateviewer', explaining with southern american candour and impeccable scientific verification, how the world, the biosphere, is controlled and its' weather systems totally manipulated by obviously insane scientists with no soul or love or gratitude to mother nature.  And that goes for creating and steering  devastating hurricanes, of course,... and 'off' course!
As it happened, a combination of 'last straws' sufficient to tip the biospheric Bard in me into indignant outrage against all things technological and needlessly complex, obscure (to me at least), and other than 'hands on' intimate contact with raw material substance.
I know i'm not alone in this.  I'm also quite able to allow myself to rant and rage, even, without being intrinsically upset by the fact.  It's called 'honest self- expression'. 'Feeling', for short, and i'm not talking about emotion, which i'm quite happy to be able to feel anyway.  I'm not a robot.
I have no doubt that this will be naturally channeled into some form of literary rant at some stage.  Everything goes straight into the creative channel.
It's all about balance, and simplicity.  Absolutely we are not using scientific technology in balance with natural wisdom.  in fact, we are raping the earth we walk on and which feeds us and supports life.
Alright, we know that.  But how many are aware of the full extent of it.
Let's call it, 'the myth of progress'.  Because, in the over all big picture the ongoing result is massive loss of life, health and welbeing of all species and habitats and the natural sacred balance and harmony of all systems.  And that includes us, the perpetrators, (perpetual-traitors.)
So, a small momentary glitch on a fine sunny day, allowed me to exclaim, if not proclaim, "either, civilization on Earth, is designed and run by 'aliens', or i am one."
On reflection, i'm inclined in this instance towards both being the case.
From outside the box it's easier to see.
For one thing, you don't have to learn how to see through walls.
And also, as they say, 'you don't have to be a rocket scientist...'
But then, who says anybody has to be a rocket scientist.  You don't.  I never wanted to be one anyway.
But, i suggest having a listen to 'climateviewer' on 'Dutchsince's youtube channel with documented proof that obviously pathologically psychopathic scientists are wreaking intentional havoc on our otherwise dear and supremely tranquil blue, white, green and brown planet.   For what? 
For 'control',is what.
That's the religion of mad people.  Control. It's an illness.  Comes from the delusive belief that you are something other than, and separate from 'life', as a whole.  That is what's called 'dualism'.  A self- evident and total illusion.  Natives have a word for it, 'weet'ko', crazy.
So there's two kinds of people.  Well ones, and un-well ones.
The nourishers, and the poisoners.  Being 'unwell', is believing that 'you', and the whole multiverse are two distinct things.  How mad is that?
I do love simplicity.
It's not that, as they say, 'everything is one'.  It's not.  A 'one', has to surely have a background, to distinguish it from so you can count it.
And that makes two, and if you're into 'separate things', where do you stop?  Since what we are not separate from, is infinite, so forget counting.  Forget 'one'.  It's just, 'not two.'
I simply hope, that makes everyone feel distinctly ..., well, 'better'.
And anyway, Tales of the Sea.  The painting.  What a trip.
I wouldn't think about it too much though.  It's all about feeling, feeling with and through the eyes.  That's how it happens.
Feel, with, and through the eyes.  That's seeing with the heart and not the head.  Most people just look, a thought arises, then another and that leads to something else altogether.  And, what did they see?
To see, is to just be present, and not on the way to somewhere 'else'.
There IS nowhere ELSE. 
I can say that because i spend hundreds of hours not going there.
That's simply what it takes.><>< Rainbowmaker.  aka Deantoir na tuar ceatha.



art : tales of the sea, martin law, October 2012

tales of the sea, martin law, October 2012

art : tales of the sea, martin law, October 201

On 16 November 2012 02:55, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

. . . to the he-art of the matter.  Among other influences, the hurricane they called 'Sandy' (my X) came into the picture.  Along with the amazing rainbow as i walked back from Bantry that day.  The relative darker 'tone' of sky, i realized as an interesting way of emphasizing all the highlights so that the face had no competition from a light background, also thereby tonally softening the only straight line of the horizon. Neutrality of grey, enhances colour, in particular the warmth of flesh colour.
While i'm not a fan of drama, in this instance it was appropriate to the mood of which the title is a key amplification.
Along with the rainbow of hope and promise and the hint of blue.  That's what's 'coming into' the picture.  But of course, there's a gravity and tension to the situation, adding to emotional depth. And the red sail boat, (the precise tone of red i was still adjusting to precision the morning i was trying to photograph it at the same time).  Ultimately deciding, get the mission completed and take it to Tobes, while getting it to dry sufficiently as to matt varnish that bit again and dry it in front of the fire.
It's certainly a Rembrandt thing, as well as a Leonardo thing that a portrait face is the highlighted part of the canvas, so there is an adaptation of classical practice epitomized therein. (spellczec doesn't dig the word theirin. Thinks it's an elf's name probably.)
And what with the raging maritime element, the hope, the vulnerable archaic vessel counterpointing one another, and as Roisin noted, each of her eyes expresses a different attribute (as is true of us all, the overview spirit compassion, and the direct, firm 'dealing with Earthlife' gaze.  I was amazed that such nuance survived the process without overworking it and losing it altogether, (a niggly 'haha' state to get into).
Anyway, that's just a succinct synopsis. And sure tis what it is, and if that is slightly provocative so much the better, i have no doubts.
I'm wondering what i will do, as they say, 'next.'
Awaiting the inner writing prompt, and contemplating notions of trees, the metaphysics of monochrome and the significance of brown (which i seem to go through cyclically at this time of year).
Latest thing i painted, . . . a neat little green on white elvish wooden sign saying:
 NO JUNK MAIL  Thanks.
With some clover or shamrocks (read 'seomra og' = young clover) at the bottom.
Speaking of grey.  Some of my early or formative art revelations had a lot to do with grey but that's another long story.  Even had a recurring cosmic nightmare as a child where grey figured literally hypnotically.  So i know something of its deeper potential.  Probably a form of inoculation with regard to weather also.  Rain is poetically profound.
" Tis shocking dirty weather!"  ..."Amazing isn't it?"  Says i simultaneously in passing, (this often happens).
Van Gogh went through a similar progression with his colour, and later seemed to express a leaning towards that earlier sombre mode.  You can experience that sense of dichotomy in some of his works, like 'The Church at Auvers'.
But this is touching on a variety of other interesting tangents... all of them deeply art related.
Jenny, who wrote me from Brighton, and who i last heard from in 1969, said, "Becky kept all your drawings from that time and even put them on Facebook. You did a drawing (cartoon) of a queue of people at a bus stop, one of them was you.  With a little cloud above your head and you were the only one it was raining on, do you remember it?"
Ha, i think i do.  Sounds like me anyway.
Love and hope. ~~~~ Rainbowmaker.*

"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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Keeping this simple. (plus, A snippet.)

Keeping this simple.

On 30 October 2012 19:18, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>>
I just red (read) through 'Bouncing Back'.  The only typo i wondered about is why did i put a capital 'R' on 'Reservation', (the capital might be unnecessary).
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In brief:
Will be resuming work on 'Tales of the Sea', shortly.
Another article nearly approached me last night but
retreated when i went and got paper (maybe wasn't ripe).
Title was, 'Delete History'.  (13) Felt the idea needed 'juicing up', somehow.
How to make metaphysics more palatable, AND 'outrageous'?
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I do agree & guessed moo might too. The glitch in the referendum, SHOULD GO VIRAL.  It IS on 'One World Chronicle'.

A snippet.

On 28 October 2012 22:08, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>>(those arrows again)
Just a little bit of info to share regarding the children's welfare thing.  But of some significance.  I think i read it on 'one world scam' which is the same thing as 'one world chronicle'.   It says that an 'error' (?) was made in the wording of it. One that could easily be missed but in this case wasn't.  They cited article 40 in the constitution, when the one in question is actually article 43.  HAH!
So it is suggested that there are now two official documents and nobody will know which one they are referring to even though they say they will reprint with the 'Error' corrected.  So it's suggested that a 'no' vote would be in order.
How typical.  Sounds far too careless to be unintentional, to me.  Imagine that.  On a 'official document'.  Mad Hatters Tea Party.  Where's Alice?
The man with the name of a male goose stated tonight that the installation in Alaska that sounds like an Irish envelope has for certain been switched off. Now there's a good sign.
i am very Optimistic because anything else doesn't sound at all wise or practical to me, but that's my Optipinion.~~RBM.
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back to 30 October 2012 . . .

Keeping this simple. (con)

Re. Hurricane 'Sandy'- Drake said HAARP shut down. Dutchsince previously showed it operative. 'Blanket targeting' both east and west coast. As well as a spiral target pinpointing in Mexico.  A friend, Eamon, today in Organico drew my attention to 'chemtrail spirals' within the storm vortex.
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Keeping this simple for now as Pentelope [Her-wRyall-Herness-ed] requested.
Will respond prompt to any further.
Many thanks as always.
MOP aka RBM. ~~~~

Bouncing back.

Bouncing back. . . . (after : Slight delay due to light banter.)

On 25 October 2012 17:28, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>MM...
(grappling with a slippy font) but,(while waiting to catch up with myself)... ~~~~~~~~~
Tales of the Sea/ aka homage to unknown Gabrielle woman on another continent looks GREAT.  (Wish she could see it!  If only she knew.)  I mean, we've already 'outWarholed' Leonindo Da Varci with one stone.  (Quotable.)
I can just imagine La Mona Lisa's expression now!  And the rest is yet to come. That is, sea, sky, and flesh colour.  Basically, blue-grey & the pastel orange of flesh.  Two finely pitched complementaries on the colour wheel.  A synthesis of science, intuition, and refined aesthetic sensuality, = HARMONY.
With regard to the 'image continuum', (Ministry of Passionate Outpouring. MOPO), and the sound out the back of sparrows, chaffinches, congregated in the slender branches of the 'sally' (saille) willow excitedly chirping in unison for a third helping of peanuts, followed in swift pecking order by a raiding party of warrior starlings in ambush and overseen by a waiting band of ominous rooks on rooftops opposite flawlessly tightrope wobbling on telephone wires waiting to swoop, but they heed a knock on the window more urgently than the sparrows who toss a nut in the air after the first peck, a nut being a big pill to swallow whole.  (Who needs to watch football, this is more skilful by far.)
'Image continuum', refers to the fact that i finally fiddled with the new digital camera a bit, familiarising by increment, though not as yet gone all out for the photo shoot of 'planet visitor' portrait or the drawings of my daughters.  Never know what i might do next.
Considering that i was up till 5.30 a.m. immersed in a fireside armchair and a book called 'Lame Deer. Seeker of Visions'.
Read half the book.  Page after page flowing from the mouth of the man himself and all in that typical Indian, humorously wry and ironic plain speaking, no bullshit way of relating a tale.
When you consider the brutal dis-education such people were forced to suffer (Hitler actually got his ideas from that programme), it's refreshing to read a subsequently self-educated survivalist syntax from a man who tried everything in the 'wasicun' white world to work his way back to the wild ways against impossible odds and obstacles, heroically restoring the vision.
An inspiring testament.  As another brave man, Russell Means, said, "welcome to the reservation".  
And now, we're ALL on a Reservation.  What goes around comes around.  Just like they predicted.  I speak without reservation.
But i better get on with the remainder of the day, having done a shopping trip after being woken three hours early by a refuse truck and a crow on the roof guttering, clattering and quarking.
I wonder what i just wrote.  Might it be a blogpost update?
Think i'll just transform a cold cup of tea into a hot cup of coffee.
Black medicine they called it, 'pejuta sapa', no maple syrup on hand unfortunately.  I'll just get a good fire going.
>>>><<<< >>>><<<<
rainbowmaker.

art : Many Moons Past, martin law, 1990
artwork : digital pan play - image definition, frame construct, SEP 12 - wfp for moo

"altarwise by owl-light"

On 4 April 2012 07:09, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

.< 5.50a.m. in the pre-dawn hush. but never too tired to signal a thank-you. "altar-wise by owl-light", random title borrowed for a few moments from dylan thomas poem.  promised to return it after a couple of paragraphs. good thing about retirement is you don't need to tire.  sort of like energy credits.
the thanks are for latest blog post. just having read my words with a sense of wonder.  well, it would make you wonder.  the images look  wonder-ful too.  and recall drawing the alluring space-sister; "planet visitor", she's late. oh well, it is 2012, i'll hang about.....

wonder what moo wanted to ask.  was it lakota pronunciation?  it is written phonetically. there's a nasal quality. a good example is listening to lakota spoken by the 'lead actress' in "dances with wolves".  she obviously had to practice as she's not indian. her name is something like, "mary o'connell" i believe.
it seems to be teton dialect they are speaking. the one that uses 'L's'.  nasal, in that 'en', 'an', 'in', 'on', 'un', are pronounced as in french.  a beautiful sound, to my ears.   (i like the way the lines are spaced "the last post"*[sic].  .  ... . -- (musical notes).  i mean, single sentence lines. like poetry.
i'm still up coz wuz watching a string of interesting art videos.  chris showed me a big david hockney book she got at the exhibit.  was never impressed before till now i see what he's been up to.  so i went to youtube and got really immersed and in my comfortable chair by the fire.  nice to be surprised. quite far-out what he's up to, and so prolific!  bit of a detective too.  demonstrates his discovery of how painters far back as jan van eyck, and many others around 15 to 1600's used 'camera obscura' to project subjects from life on to canvas and traced around the image.  originally using only a concave mirror, and later just a lens, (no camera) and then later reversed it with a mirror.  seems in previous works, everybody is left-handed, even the dog.  hilarious.  fascinating. his recent nature, (backroads painting) i found quite inspiring.  and the stuff he's doing with film projection.  very refreshing and beautiful.  worth a look.  ... then i moved on to videos on william blake, and then the romantics, and wordsworth etc. and now the fire's going to sleep.  think it's telling me something.
as i type that, a lone first crow agreed.   ... searching my boxes of art archives, my paper trail, looking for the missing lines i don't recall, from a song i wrote called "fading amber", as i kept falling in to the chord sequence, sort of nice, i retrieved other goodies instead:
the two drawings i did on the spot of my daughters when we first reunioned in bantry after... 17 years?  look forward to showing them.  and a few remaining colour photocopies of illustrations + story, "gypsy jack" done in  1978? ..took it around london publishers later...rejected, carried in a plastic bag for 26 years till it was stolen by a swedish guy in bantry who promised to publish it in gaelic.  no doubt published in sweden.
and assorted other stuff i found.  but not the song.
have distinct sense creatively... sumptn goin on.  spring?... correction?... amplification?  a flow anyway. good. like, i'm more what i already am than whatever i am thought it was.  happy too, to find others who understand playful language. most people , well, normal people, think it's something mundane,

consistent, and serious, like ...money.  a fixed currency.  i gather a new world- currency is already in place. major announcements soon forthcoming. 200 arrests already. 450 baddies jumping ship.  k. cassidy still sceptical.
think i go align north-south at rightangles to central gravitics.  there's the crow again. and sparrow no. 1.
have a happy hearth and mirth on earth and so forth~m

art : martin law
- "planet visitor"
- "aisling"
- "caoilfhionn"

Slight delay due to light banter.

On 21 October 2012 03:29, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

>>>> Chris(tine) just called by and we had a long chat about art and film and the draconian pitfalls of the cyber world and powder to the people and local gossip and human idiotsyncrasies and ubiquitous foibles and two rounds of tea.
And Chris said "oh!" when she saw my work in progress, regarding my meticulousness of nuances. I'll complete the brown stage tomorrow and probably post it so it's not lost to posterity and maybe get a print of it. And to share my current methodical procedure with humans on Earth. The tracing looks good too.
Moo requires photos so will have to do a self discipline job on myself, slow to start and slow to stop. Taureans are supposed to be like generators but how dare i tell myself what to do.  Just another 'meme', a 'me-me'.  Who am i to define myself as finite?
I had brussels sprouts for dinner from the garden and had to check the dictionary to say so, but they were lovely, and i like them better than cabbage and most other greens actually and they are very prolific, and their leaves form a canopy to protect the sprouts from fallout and air-crap.
But there's a clean breezy freshness to the night, pinhead stars playing hide and seek among swift sailing soft clouds from the south.  I finally solved my notoriously stiff front door handle by a generous spray of WD40 at the top and let gravity do the rest.  A simple solution.  Works fine.
Oh, and, an alternative word for wildfire? How about, 'this could really catch on.'
And while i think of it, the article beginning with "How"... "and the answer was.. " . . .?
What i thought would be appropriate :
"Wash'te, pelamayah", Lakota for 'Good, thankyou.'
(So if anybody ever asks "how?"........)
I mention 'RNA Drops'. One can google that.  And there's new technology coming in that can restore missing or malfunctioning limbs and organs, soon as the Earthlings wrest back control from the controllers.  And i sense or glean or discern something imminent that's for the good.
Today has been a leisurely late start day of pleasant silence, but for a fluttering flame in the grate and the odd distant dog bark, all ambient and informally poetic with but one play of my piano CD while i sat at the table applying simple but precise brown brushstrokes with a fine brush to the portrait.  Otherwise, the silence was so palpable i could almost hear it.
Silence is so delicious.  Not for me a radio chatterbox full of insincere fake news and obsolete muzak.  Whereas, my own CD [see player in side bar and tracing ten summers -ed] honours the silence within it.  I threw my radio in the bin long ago.

Wonder if moo is back from town now, after three a.m.  Recounting latest sagas, delving into deep discernment of the ways of the world out there while the friendly kettle boils.  What a nice thing, to sit around a family table in the night and drink tea.  So timelessly universal and human, no radio, no television.  Who needs an Archon in the corner?
But, here i am musing away on a smokesignal typewriter.  But as far as possible i treat it like a pen and paper.  Except, paper, you screw it up if it doesn't work, whereas a computer does that for you.  Screws up automatically.
That's progress.
Think i'll send this now, into the night where there is still awake-fullness.
Pleasant dreams.
Rainbowmaker.

art : tales of the sea - in process - raw umber phase, martin law, October 2012

Print arriving imminently.

On 22 October 2012 15:00, Martin Law martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com wrote:

>>>>>>>>Project, 'Tales of the Sea.'
Phase 2. Brown stage arriving imminently.
(Hang on while i wash out my granola bowl.)
>>>>Rainbowmaker
PS. Mona Lisa fasten your safety belt.

art : tales of the sea - raw umber, martin law, October 2012
artwork : digital pan play - ‘it’s just a face’ collage, OCT 12 - wfp for moo

Braking Knewz.

On Tue, Oct 23, 2012 at 12:14 AM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

First, trusting that you got the 'Tales of the Sea' girl, phase 2. Brown.
I also made 5 copies so she's not lost to posterity.
Looks good i reckon.  Rather date her than Mona Lisa any day, better light an incense to that.
Second, i got news that Russell Means has 'departed' to the next level up.  May Great Spirit welcome him with our Blessing also.
Third. There is a 'report'/'rumour' that Fukushima 4 has exploded in flames. (stupidest case scenario.)  Found it on 'Kerry's blog' a minute(?) or so after it came up.  Followed up the source website. Doesn't seem to have got far on the viral meme circuit yet. But for
'Above top secret' site & 'Godlike productions'.  Checked 'RadChick' & 'Dutchsince'.  Not on there yet.  Fulford says it's scam, he "lives there and has a geiger counter."  (Oh not seaweed for dinner again, you sure it's not Japanese?)
Fourth.  I have a bottle of RNA Drops.
Fifth.  Was in Organico, a new exhibition of large work on paper i immediately resonated with. Based on aerial satellite maps.  Checked the artist: Tom Weld, and sounds interesting. & he's living in...Coomhola!  I may well write to him.  Do have a look at his stuff.  The site address i have for him didn't function yet but it is possible to get a glimpse.  Good out of the box concepts and very sensitive colour.  Various other 'styles' of work , all good.
What else?
Oh, yes.  Oct. 20 was Global Protest day against 'Sir Vaylance'* and so far as i so far searched, (pretty far) not a word or footage has surfaced (must check again) , the suit people instructed the G people to blot.  Surprise sir prize, must be something about the letter G...
(lethargy). Or simply that Terra is still being mismanaged into the ground by remnants.  But not for much longer my hair tips are telling me.
I googled 'natives with long hair' & there are a few good photos of women, some oriental, with hair about 15 feet long!!! Worth a look. 
Might even be incorporatable postwise. Astonishing anyway.
Wonder what sort of reception they get.  (I love multiple meanings.)
Haven't experimented with the camera yet but trust me, ('I' do. Be a fool not ta.)  One miracle at a time.
But i am pleased with the accuracy of the feeling i got into the portrait that i was aiming for.  And i checked at the art shop and showed Phyllis and a few other people(as ye do) (it's called 'enthusiasm')... and it IS 'Raw Umber'.  Not to be confused with Cucumber.  Must be my synapses are going through an upgrade or something definitely not alzeimers i'm too young for that.
So, given that we're in the throes of a cyber war and probably the tail end of a space war and most creatures are hazardous when cornered and blatant when exposed, never mind prophesies they're just warnings like road signs so you know where to turn off.  Imagine that. Talking of turning off.  Imagine NOT reporting a Global uprising!!  Civilization... You're fired!
Think we should do a lot more than (as our friend Max says) "non- compliance". Just start from scratch and do a retake.
I mean, if they didn't have it all nailed down.  Imagine having to pay for where you're already standing and if you move over there, you get a parking fine!
If we only had the intelligence of say, ants, or birds for that matter, we'd all move together without so much as a tweet or a twitter and free range out into affinity groups all over and construct light weight clusters of endlessly diversified organic dwellings that didn't cost nothin' and do everything ourselves without needing a note from the Ministry of Professional Parasites never mind M.P.'s "please Sir, or Madman.. i mean Madam Your Royal Pardon.   Is it... alright if i live freely on the greensward......?"
But that's a subject for another chapter.
But yes, sumptn definitely goin on. The monkeys just discovered the inside word for 'cage', & the Zoo Keepers are getn' nervous what with all the exposure, disclosure, resort to foreclosure and pathological loss of composure.  When the chips are down you can't eat gold not unless it's powdered and 'high spin', go plant something  even if it's only water cress.
But never lose sight of Utopia (the organic variety), watch the signs,
Dystopia is back that way and only leads to distemper, DDT, creosote, paraquat and unreported oil slicks.  Just keep going, ignore all slip roads, slippery slopes and turn-offs.  Stay on the positive timeline in thought word and deed.
As Jimi said, "the truth is straight ahead, so don't burn yourself instead, try learnin instead of burnin, hear what i say..."FREEDOM!
But i've digressed again.  Good job i don't drive.
The next chapter could be... interesting.
~~~~    ~~~~ Good Luck. ~~~~
Rainbowmaker.