The ‘Zen of Knowing What to Do’…. Back from North last night, recovered from a flu, still negotiating to be able to rent 61 Carnarvon (and survive financially!). The heart is sure enough, the bank manager/cash conscience on my shoulder whispers ‘No!’ (as did brother John). No clear winner as yet. But meanwhile two coats, my favourite pictured here, arrived in the post today, as the winter begins to bite. Thank you sister Penny! A great early birthday present – especially if I move into Carnarvon this winter… Is it a sign? 🙂
It seems the great deeds events and gestures of the heart and spirit fly in the face of circumstances, in the end – if they are true and come from a deep place. Still, we have to fight though a lot of superficial stuff to do them… Nietzsche in Daybreak said of inspired states and not-so-inspired:
‘So long as genius dwells within us we are full of audacity yea almost mad and heedless of health life and honour; we fly through the day as free and swift as an eagle and in the darkness we feel as confident as an owl. Yet let genius once leave us and we are instantly overcome by a feeling of the most profound despondency: we can no longer understand ourselves; we suffer from everything that we experience and do not experience; we feel as if we were in the midst of shelterless rocks with the tempest raging round us and we are at the same time like pitiful childish souls afraid of a rustle or a shadow. Three quarters of all the evil committed in the world is due to timidity; and this is above all a physiological process’. (thanks to www.lexido.com for the free texts of Nietzsche).
Size DOES matter – no space, no expansion of mind and matter. See how crowded the bedroom is now (even apart from the usual feline and canine breakfast beggars)! So i must do this for myself first, and no doubt there will be other cramped, huddled artists and craftspeople longing for a safe space to come out – dangerously, gloriously, and growingly!
On Friday the 13th – this Friday – at 8 pm a ‘Pecha Kucha’ (see http://www.pechakucha.org/ ) is happening at the Gisborne Dome, and I’m giving one of the slideshow talks! I’ve got the photos and the title I think will be SAILING TO EUTOPIA – Dreamspaces built and imagined. I’ll put the slideshow up on this blog but do come along if you happen to be anywhere near Gisborne – if I don’t inspire you someone else is sure to!
This was me in the sacred space of the Chagall gallery and museum in France last year. I felt the love, the sense of life and divinity that he had, that his colours and images expressed so sincerely it made me cry – and want to rush back to New Zealand and do likewise…
I had the thought this morning that this Dreamspace gallery and workshop space, though necessarily fought for paid for and defended with passion, blood, sweat and tears, must be, on the inside, about love first, beauty second, truth third and freedom fourth. It is love, unconditional regard, appreciation and caring for all who visit or work here, that must be the first thing. We can’t compete with the elitism and exclusivity of the (degenerate) ‘high art’ scene because we wouldn’t want to anyway, but we can do something much better: we can live a vision of art as essentially something that comes out of, and inspires, love. Art, sincere art, is surely in essence an expressing of a person’s true values and feeling for life – what they love. It might contain images of that which opposes these things, but the essence is love, sensuous reverence for life and things, be they cats or leaves or trees or women or men or dragons, mountains, rivers, seas… and things unseen but real – emotions, virtues, the noble, the good, the exquisite… Now that’s art worth creating, and paying for!
If we can day by day hold this space of love, and yes lovingly keep out works or people that are violent or hating or disrespecting of life, then we will have a transformational place that is truly awesome. And the works that come into, or are produced in, that space ‘will be blessed and can bless’. And so will the people be too. Now that’s what I call an Art Gallery!
This is the inside of the Carnarvon Dreamspace gallery as I imagined or at least painted it – not finished, and the property may not be THE one, but…
Painting as a way of manifesting… There’s a lot of nice glitter in this work which doesn’t show in a photo. It represents the magic, subtle energies of masculine and feminine which must balance and intertwine like DNA to create a good place, a Eutopia, an Athanor ‘bubble’ within which creativity and metamorphosis are set free…
This is the website for Dreamspace Gallery and Workshops, Gisborne, New Zealand, about to begin when the right space is acquired – in negotiation now. If the right price and terms are agreed, we will go ahead, providing a place of art, inspiration, encouragement and learning. The place could look like this (30/4/16: I’ve updated it with the web address):