This is an archive post from my 2016 Project 100 Paintings, 100 Days The past is not dead, it is living in us, and will be alive in the future which we are now helping to make. – W. Morris I am am artist who loves to draw and paint what I […]Read more "100 Paintings, 100 Days: Day 99 ‘Miles to Go’"
I clutch my ideas Day 48: Holding together … Synonyms for Grasp (understanding) awareness knowledge mastery realisation comprehension ken perception Synonyms for Grasp (grab) clasp clutch grip bag clinch collar corral enclose grapple hold hook land snatch take take hold of Understand (etymology) O.E. understandan “comprehend, grasp the idea of,” probably lit. “stand […]Read more "Day 48: Holding Together"
what you seek is seeking you – Rumi Day 47: The Seeker “Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Words are powerful, more powerful often than we realise. In the world we live in people are often […]Read more "Day 47: The seeker"
― Be quiet and clear now like the final touch points of calligraphy. This post is part of a project I ran earlier this year ‘100 paintings, 100 days’. Some of the 100 days are still available, and this is one of them -Make me an offer! To subscribe for my current email project ‘Advent’ […]Read more "Day 45: My words tangle"
This post is part of a project I ran earlier this year ‘100 paintings, 100 days’. Some of the 100 days are still available, and this is one of them -Make me an offer! To subscribe for my current email project ‘Advent’ in which you’ll get a painting each day in your inbox throughout […]Read more "Day 43: on not knowing (Part One)"
no matter how deeply I go down into myself my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots, that drink in silence. – RAINER MARIA RILKE Day 42: A hundred roots, that drink in silence (Memory of Leioa) now for a bit of audience partication… Have you got a favourite location, […]Read more "Day 42: memory of Leioa"
We do not stop dancing because we grow old; we grow old because we stopped dancing… Day 41: ‘without feet, they dance’ daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? […]Read more "Day 41: ‘without feet they dance’"