This painting evolved from a fun process developed by artist, Basia Zielinska. It involved a large canvas or sheet of watercolor paper. Acrylic paint in colors that play well together. Spraying water and dripping paint. Line work. Layering and allowing to dry between some of the layers to avoid making mud. And then, I wanted the image of cairns. It seems that I typically want to bring an image into an abstraction. I’ve always been attracted to cairns, so cairns it was.
“A cairn is a man-made pile of stones. The word cairn comes from the Scottish Gaelic: càrn. Cairns have been and are used for a broad variety of purposes, from prehistoric times to the present. In modern times, cairns are often erected as landmarks, a use they have had since ancient times.” (Wikipedia)
We occasionally see cairns while hiking in the mountains here where I live. They signify that you are on the right track or if there is a fork in the road, they mark the correct trail to follow. Basically, they are trail markers guiding you in cases where navigation becomes difficult and the trail may easily be lost.
Wouldn’t it be cool if we had cairns along our life path as signposts to the best way to proceed when faced with a life choice? In a sense, we do. But we don’t always listen to our intuition, do we? What is that strange human capacity, like the Vasilisa Doll story as told by Clarissa Pinkola Estes in her book, Women Who Run With the Wolves? “Go left, go right, don’t go that way, do go this way”. Why are we so suspicious or doubtful when it comes to our own intuition? Do we associate it with the occult or witchcraft or is it so demeaned in a rational patriarchal system that we don’t trust it?
I remember a film with Brendan Fraser, Still Breathing, where he created cairns. It’s also very much about following one’s deep intuition and guidance. It’s a quirky and captivating film. It’s one that I’ve seen several times.
If I were a mermaid living in the ocean, I’d be angry with humans. The ocean is, afterall, my home. I want my environment to be pristine. For myself and all the variety of wondrous sea creatures who also live here. When my environment is polluted by the ignorance and greed of humans, well I can’t just get up and walk away, can I? The integral relationship of the ocean with the moon and our ecosystem that keeps things “working” is being drastically damaged by destructive human activities. Witnessing the devastation that humans have wreaked on my home, I’m wondering what I can do to wake them up!
As we get more and more distanced from nature, we are going to feel the effects. Because, as John Muir has said, “Nature includes us!”
As sophisticated as we might think we are, as much as we think we’ve conquered nature and that we are civilized above and beyond the natural world…that’s false thinking. We are nature, nature is us. We have a biology and so does the earth and the sea and the whole ecology in which we are included. I’m likely preaching to the choir here!
This mermaid reminds me of a warrioress. She is both tender and tough when necessary. She is ready to go to battle for her home, the ocean.
In 1995, an amazing film was released, The Secret of Roan Inish. The music was haunting, the scenery enchanting, the acting authentic and the story–magical and mythological. This is where I first heard of “the Selkie. And, I feel that the sea is portrayed as a character itself. Effective personification!
The phrase “If I were” is a good way to begin writing. Especially when you’re feeling stuck…”If I were…” Those three little words open the door to imagination and possibility. Go ahead, WRITE!
This mixed media painting was a collage experience. It is a fanciful rendition in recognition of the variety of fish and life forms who live in the ocean. Our earth’s oceans are a source of health to us, to the environment and home to innumerable creatures. In 1951, Rachel Carson wrote a poetic book about the sea —
The Sea Around Us.
Sadly, we have used the ocean as a dumpsite for our discarded, non-biodegradable waste. Everything from plastic to radioactive waste has been dumped into the sea. Not to mention the oil spills. I wonder how advanced a civilization we are that we don’t realize the intricate weaving of the ocean into the dynamic energy of the ecosystem of which we are part. And if we realize this deeply, are we going to change our ways of disposing of stuff? We have great minds in this world, surely we can change our habits of use and disposal. We better get with the program very soon as the earth is reacting to such waste.
This three-minute video clip from a lecture given by Maria Popova is too beautiful for words. She reads a segment from Rachel Carson’s book about the sea. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes. I hope that you take a moment to get present, shut your eyes and listen deeply.
I first came across Dame Daphne Sheldrick and the work that she and her husband were doing–via a Sixty Minutes program. With her husband, David Sheldrick, she created an orphanage for abandoned elephants…the mothers were poached for their ivory tusks. Dame Daphne and her husband developed a sponsorship program to support the care of the young elephants. One young elephant, Galana, was found on the Galana River in Kenya. The trauma was visible in his eyes. I wanted to draw him. I used a graph to get the proportions right. Then, he translated into my more whimsical purple elephant.
Dame Daphne’s (1934-2018) legacy continues.
This one-and-a-half minute film says so much.
As the social distancing continues, we are finding other ways to connect. It’s not easy. I took a walk with a friend for the first time in two weeks. We stayed six to eight feet apart. If anyone was approaching on the trail, we split further apart to allow the person(s) to pass. I have alcohol wipes with me when I shop for groceries. The checkout clerk wears plastic gloves and a mask. When I get home, I wash the packaging that my food comes in, the fruits and vegetables, etc. These are some of the precautions that I take at this time. It is difficult. And I do believe that deep inside each one of us is something that knows how to be with what is occurring at this time. I have no answers…except to give myself something to show up for every day. Blessings.
I don’t know the names of the variety of ballet positions. Except for one, plie.
Being in the phase of painting ballerinas, I was leafing through a magazine and came across an image of a ballerina stretching towards her toes. I believe it was by Degas but I could be wrong. He certainly painted a plethora of ballerinas!
Regardless, I wanted to try and paint her. In my whimsical style, with a touch of collage around the hem of her tutu. I remember how challenging it was for me to get her form close to being true. The arch of her back, the tilt of her head, her fingers that touched her ankle. The proportions. The angle of her face and neck. Even the color of her skin and the tonal values. Urgh. I wasn’t entirely pleased with it. But after a lot of tweaking and fussing, I called it done.
I named this painting The Sugar Plum Fairy as behind her is a fanciful forest of perhaps, trees of a sugar plum variety. And doves that form a heart.
Then there is the famous Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy from The Nutcracker.
Today is a good day to STRETCH! Being homebound for now,
don’t forget that your body loves to streeeetch.
In these uncertain times, we strive for balance, meaning, purpose. We hope for the safety and health of ourselves and those we love…and we extend that prayer for our entire family, neighbors, community, state, country, neighboring countries, the earth. We are in this together. We always have been.
I honestly don’t know why I started to paint ballerinas. Perhaps it is their perfection of form–the way their bodies stand tall and poised, their mastery of graceful movement. Perhaps it was the memory of a fleeting girlhood fantasy of being a ballerina. Perhaps it is their delicate beauty.
I began painting ballerinas, several of them, one after the other. This first painting was a total surprise to me. It’s one that started out as something else, a compassionate feminine Buddha portrait, and then, it turned into the ballerinas. At first, the central ballerina was a flower, the bleeding heart. However, all around her, other ballerina figures were developing. Suddenly, the bleeding heart no longer fit. The flower became the central ballerina and she too changed over time.
Sometimes, the way in which the paint or acrylic ink “dripped” prompted a new figure. I limited the color palette.
Today is a good day to notice beauty.
Waking up, becoming conscious, can be slow and painful. And, at times, we are given a gift that changes our perspective for the better for ever. So it was with Ernest Thompson Seton. In the late 1890’s, Seton set out to trap Lobo. This wolf was the nemesis of the cattle ranchers. They enlisted the services of Seton to trap the wolf and rid them of this cattle predator. One point that I thought was interesting was that the earlier frontiersman virtually exterminated the buffalo which was the wolves natural prey on the open plains. With the loss of that resource, the next best thing was the cattle, who were tamed and didn’t put up a fight.
Lobo presented many challenges to Seton and showed great savvy in steering clear of poisoned bait, traps and Seton’s other devices. Finally, Seton got a clue on how to entrap this infamous wolf. Lobo, the alpha male in his pack. was “in love.” The male wolf rarely leaves the female’s side for this period of time. That is exactly how Seton trapped him after months of failure.
The thing is that once he killed Lobo’s mate, it was easy to trap a broken-hearted wolf who was grieving. The traps that Lobo had been so clever at avoiding, now three of them shut on his legs. When faced with the trapped wolf, Seton felt a surge of perhaps respect or compassion. He brought the wolf home and tried to save him. Lobo quickly died of a broken heart over the loss of his mate and the loss of his freedom.
Seton never hunted wolves again and in fact went on to become a player in the conservation movement of the time and a co-founder of the Boy Scouts of America. He was a noted author and naturalist. In the book that he wrote documenting his experience with Lobo, Wild Animals I have Known, (1898), Seton made himself the villain and Lobo the hero! And so it was…this wolf was the key character in changing the course of Seton’s life and in awakening the public to the necessity of preserving rather than exterminating species.. Lobo assisted Seton in expanding his consciousness to recognize that wolves were beings with lives, emotions and even an intelligence that is hard for humans to comprehend.