VisualSurprise

this morning i awoke to the surprise of spring

the window frame of a life painting

filled overnight with the magic of colour

splashed about in great abundance

with the enthusiasm of a child's art

another Aahhh..... moment

we seem to be perishing for want of wonder

not for want of wonders

TheMoment

Wandering in the woods,

at the time the sun sat comfortably on the horizon

and without intention set the forest alight

with the magic of its illumination,

for a moment there were ephemeral rivers of gold

I stopped and wondered at the magic of that moment

like life, oh so short

You must give birth to your images, they are the future waiting to be born

TreeScribe

remembering the old school blackboards 

of the past century,

the scribe leaves his mark

Your imagination is your preview of life's coming attractions

 

 

 

 

Pastoral poetry

the other day I was traveling from one place to another

when I came across this poetic scene.
It took my breath away.

It also reminded me of the inspiration of art
in whatever form we come across it.

 The mind is something to express, not something to figure out

vanHouse

During midwinter

on a rainy Monday morning

the clouds hanging so low

they have become oppressive

I made a fire and took out a book of images

I came across this one

and thought I would share it with you

for the beauty in it

just that

The universal is always the same, the specifics are always different

Black moon-light

here is a rare advertisement

this is an image from my exhibition 

at the Stockroom, Kyneton

It runs from the 16th of July - the 14th of August, 2011

There will be a floor talk on the 6th august, at 3 pm and to which you are all invited.

here is a sample

I recently had a conversation with a local business man. When I explained that I was making art, he told me: and I quote, "Mate, you obviously have too much time on your hands".

here is my thought on that.

Without art or poetry, life would be hell. Imagine it.

I mean the art of everything. (by the way, when I wrote these thoughts, I accidentally typed: the heart of everything. Interestingly, in this typo lies some truth). The heart or art of cooking, the heart or art of architecture, the heart or art of writing, the heart and art of dance, the heart or art of painting, and on… without the art or heart all of these activities would be dead. Meaning they would not inspire, excite, enrich………

Art, like science, is important because it inspires both exploration and greatness in all fields of human endeavour.

The artist plays, and through his play with ideas and materials, occasionally comes up with a revelation, a beautiful idea, an exquisite object, a great building, an intriguing story, a moving poem.

The artist and poet explore and share the possibilities of magic in an otherwise ordinary world.

they show, in one way or another, that there is always another way.

The artist and the poet are important in our community because they teach us to play. They remind us of something as simple, but relevant, as our childhood, when there was much magic. The magic found in experiencing things for the very first time.

The artist and poet awaken in us a sense of wonder, which is the driver of a creative life. They take us on a journey, a special journey, in a world where we are perishing for want of wonder, not for want of wonders.

Petrus

           we will continue these considerations during our floor talk on August the 6th, here, at 3pm

Nature'sPoetryVisibleInALog

 When nature's summer garments

have been removed, one by one, by autumn

and autumn herself stripped bare

by winter,

we find in the early exposures

of tree life

Patterns and structures.

explorations into the domain

of sacred geometry

'Creativity, getting lost and finding your way again'

 

 

 

InnerLandscapes

when, after the colour celebration of autumn

trees lose their leaves 

 to reveal their sacred geometry

It is time to haul the winterwood

and there, in the split half of a block of wood

as if by magic, appears

an image of the landscape from which it came

 

'you are holding your freedom on your own home made leash' 

 

WinterForest,MagicMoments

Wild Woolly Wintry Day

Walking the forest 

Warmly Wrapped

I saw a fire

floating in the sky

Imagination?

or Wanting Warmth?

'you are holding your freedom on your own home made leash'

 

 

 

 

Signature

The signature of my ceramic bowls

is a spiral,

since the bowl manifests through the spiral

and stand on it 

a stable base

fired into strength and longevity

and here it is, fired, like the bowl

 in a clearing of the forest

'The business of man is the arts and all things common'

 

 

 

 

  

ThenItRained

although it may not at first be obvious

underneath a very thin topsoil

the earth in this part of the forest is mainly clay

when it rains heavily 

a number of trees always fall over

exposing in their shallow roots the ochre coloured clay

a while back, the local forest roads 

were covered in a red clay like substance

for a better road surface

walking in the forest the other (rainy) day

both the ochre and red clay 

became obvious additions to my making palette

I keep on thinking:

'The best is yet to come'.

Cargo

'Cargo'

sensing the mysterious

'Quiet Contemplation'

BurningCargo

In the quiet of the forest

the burning cargo

floats in the eternal reflection

of trees

'The heart has its reasons that the mind knows nothing of'

Reflections/Cargo

Found in the forest

 a nest of abandoned eggs

send on a raft to eternity

happy in the reflection of trees

carrying the forest spirit

 

'To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders'

 

 

TallForestPiece

This is how it works

I am walking the forest

the ground is covered with

pieces of quartz rock

very white on an otherwise dark forest floor

the tall scar in the tree bark

is deep and black inside

and for no particular reason 

asks to be filled 

with white quartz rocks

I answer the request

and another forest work is made

'The business of man is the arts and all things common'