Geez!

Ok, you figured it out... I was all WRONG! The painting to the left is OK. It's the painting close-up to the right that should be referred to as 'upper'.

Hmmmmmm.

Well, my previous blog didn't actually publish the way it looked when I was writing it. The photos came out all different. The right is still right, but the left painting actually now should say 'the upper' close-up. I hope you figured it out already....

The Secret Life of Trees

THe Secret Life of TRees

This is the first of my coming series of the secret life of trees. Of course, I do not know if my series will be just one or two more paintings. I just finished another tree today, so at least my series will be two paintings. The image to the left is a close-up of the section of the redwood tree that is cracked open and you can see within the tree to the spirit that animates and brings intelligence to the redwood physical matter. The image to the left is a close-up of the upper branches. It is the dance of what goes on during photosynthesis when carbon dioxide is taken in and oxygen is released. I love painting trees. IT is a wholely delicious feeling to paint a tree.

late night blogging questions

It's not yet tomorrow. It's late and I can't sleep. This is probably not good for my blood pressure.

In less than 2 weeks I am off to NM for a 2 week stay at my home, the Oasis of Lorien. I am sooo looking forward to it and very excited to be spending that much time with myself... and my painting. It will be a retreat as this journey is, from Santa Barbara to Lorien, a retreat back into my chosen life.


But I have a question rumbling about in my being about these blogs. Who am I writing to? It has been bugging me that I do not know and don't have a feeling for it yet. It isn't like I am employed to write to anyone or for anyone. No exterior purpose. I don't have a Honey that I am opening my heart to through words. No emotional pull. Am I just writing to myself, for myself? Well, I GUESS SO! Since no one reads this blog and there are no comments. OK, it is like a 'Dear Diary". I am writing to that ignorant person inside me who needs to know more about the real me? Am I just being boringly narcissistic? Or is this therapeutic?
This is kind of a 'Dear Diary' that is a letter in a bottle, but potentially available to the whole world. Someone just might find the bottle washed up on the internet shore and read this.

riding the waves of magic

The other day as I sat down with my magical painting, I felt what it feels like to ride the wave of spirit and creativity. It is truly a razer's edge and that is why it is so difficult to ride. While riding the wave, one is tempted to cling onto the driftwood of concept or resorting to the security of old patterns and styles because the new wave is too thrilling and so dangerous!
And I go there... I find myself clinging and resorting, but then get back on the wave for my dangerous ride. I'm sure it's dangerous because it is the unknown and to the ego that is the biggest taboo. Freedom is dangerous.

I spoke of painting magic yesterday when I posted that last entry, but today I visualized living as if magic was happening every minute. When I breathed, magic breath was entering my lungs and sparkles of energy and light filling them. Maybe my imagination has been too lacking in the past. I did not see things this magic way. The thought of breathing was flat... like something I read about in my Biology Book. My life has been too much of this flat way... too flat, colorless, too little magic. I will paint magic.

Tomorrow I start a new painting. I do not know what I will paint, but magic has been on my mind, actually it has been in my blood.
Magic.
The stuff that surrounds us all the time... and we don't notice. Unless we watch a movie or see a painting or something that stirs it within us.
Magic.
What is it?