Wait, wait, until you see IT!
It will be your second love.
You fell asleep in despair;
unknowing of what lies in the view from your window.
She walks on the dry land, so parched,
yet, quenching her thirst like no other;
a haven for her life force, soon to be on canvas.
She discovers the oneness,
continuing to be experienced by her creations.
She is one with the earth and sky.
She is the red earth, the bones and death;
coming back to life.
She is home.
Kaleidoscope Curtain
Eyes closed, vision unimpaired
Inward glancing connecting two
Paired by trials and stories unfold
Exchanged a lifetime, fragile and bold
Left on canvas or in words
Whispering ghosts of wisdom heard
Begging for another chance
But, first a glance, first a glance
Revealing desires of the soul
Listening finally to what is told
Always wanting to be revealed
Taking the armor off, dissolving the shield.
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
Copyright 2009 Janet Vanderhoof
