Melodies, melodic notes
No one needs to know the depth in which I feel you
Privacy for you and me alone
Carry me away on tips of eagle wings my love
Not close to the sun
But bring me to the stars
So I may see the stars in me and others
I speak with simplicity
To explain the most complicated measure of all.
I sit in the dark
Lit up by my soul
Making friends with my past
As well, with my maker
Feeling all in one
One in all
Beauty found in unexpected places
In that place of being
Discovered and discovering
I AM the sand
That becomes the pearl
I can be anything
Columns and alabaster stairs
The crowd emerges to praise the king
A box containing crowning glory
To be worn by only him
Nothing for the woman to adorn
Not even a flower for her hair
How can this be?
Is her worthiness reflected?
Authority and ritual of the norm
All is left are ruins found
Each piece dissolves within her hand
Entropy of the form revealing formless once again
Illusions of others have no power
She creates the life that she has now
This is the 6th painting of my CityScape Series. Although, this was a painting inspired by photos taken from San Francisco, it also was inspired subliminally from Twitter. When choosing subject matter to paint, I often just rely on my gut feeling, definitely not the head, until it gets to the critical aspects of the creating. But at first, I listen to the intuitive messages I am receiving from the initial choice of subject. As a result, many times I don’t realize what the painting is saying to me, until I start painting it. Color, scale and composition all play an important part of the process. So for me, this was quite a surprise, when I realized that I might be painting pieces of Twitter. I was painting my own little Twitterville, having the same characteristics of Twitter in many ways, large city, large venue, yet close up in nature, noticing many layers and depths of the scene as Twitter has. Many things happening at once, others ignored, many on their own journey passing others, some dreaming about their future, some barely making it, some deep in thought, philosophical, symbolic nature, some seeking and searching, while others are satisfied with day to day acquaintances . There is no right or wrong way to use Twitter, each person definitely has their own style, their own way, their own canvas.
Painting Oil on Canvas: 24″ X 48″
Oh God you pierce my heart
Your love poureth through me
making highways for others to travel
You have taken down my defenses
You have let others follow with love
You’ve made me see the depth
of which I can love and be loved.
You have taken me into spiritual time
where all grievances are forgotten.
You call me to love and be loved
You are love
Her profile
How strong it is
Reflecting the light
Silhouetted by shadow
A cigarette hung from her mouth
Red
Who are you?
Why does this passion stir you?
“I AM alive you see, for the first time.”
“I know who I AM, thanks to the one who knows,
the butterfly of coolness”.
Coolness no longer in her heart
She was taught and also remembered who she was meant to be.
Forget no more
She is on Fire
And will no longer feel the coolness of indifference
No worries
No memory
I AM.
Coincidence of smiles
Advance intuition
No need to talk
Or even write
All understood
Other ways of communicating
Only for a few
Chosen ones because of belief
Not imagination
But it plays a part
On a boat flowing down the river
Not a destination
Being
I am on my own path and my own journey. No two journeys are alike.
“There is a passage in the Old French Queste del Saint Graal that epitomizes the true spirit of Western man. It tells of a day when the nights of Arthur’s court gathered in the banquet hall waiting for dinner to be served. It was a custom of that court that no meal should be served until an adventure had come to pass. Adventures came to pass frequently, so there was no danger of Arthur’s people going hungry. On the present occasion the Grail appeared, covered with a samite cloth, hung in the air a moment and withdrew. Everyone was exalted, and Gawain, the nephew of King Arthur rose and suggested a vow. ‘I propose’, he said, ‘that we all now set forth in quest to behold the Grail unveiled’. And so it was that they agreed. Each entered the forest at the point that he himself had chosen where it was darkest and there was no way or path.”
“No way or path! Because where there is a way or path, it is someone else’s path. And that is what marks the Western spirit distinctly from the Eastern. Oriental gurus accept responsibility for their disciples’ lives. They have an interesting term, ‘delegated free will.’ The guru tells you where you are on the path, who you are, what to do now and what to do next. –quotes from Joseph Campbell
So remember that when we are on this journey together, we are each on our own path, no comparison, no judgement, no gurus. Follow your Bliss, follow your own path.
Where does my heart lie in the valley
Where grass is as gold as sunlight
That touches my heart with soul
Where does my heart lie a memory of my youth’s dreams
Casting shadows in purple hues
Copyright 2009 Janet Vanderhoof
