Sunday, October 28, 2012

altars and awaiting Ancestors

The Samhain alter with fresh pomegranates.

The Ancestor altar with a beeswax candle.

Flame for the Ancestors.

Beloved Dead ~ Picasso, Paul Gray, George Martin,
John Entwistle, Ted Andrews, John Lennon, Georgia O'Keeffe
and Frida Kahlo

The Greek side.

Others.

And the journal is getting full . . .

Could be time to move on.

Friday, October 26, 2012

some morning painting . . . sideways

The tree, the gem and the snake.
Okay. Blogger is glitching me again.

Anyway, here is proof of time spent in the studio this morning, albeit uploaded in a configuration of Blogger's choosing. The photographed gem (lifted from an image search) was an A-ha! moment. I was spending too much time grappling with how I wanted to deal with painting the gem. Did I want an opal? A diamond? Do I want a simply polished cabochon?  Do I really want to spend time on facets? Recollecting the beauty of Mixed Media, I opted for the photo. Cop out? Maybe, but I'm enjoying a turn the painting has taken this morning.

And if you tilt your head but a little to the right, you may note some work done on the eyes of the shedding snake. I thought of adding a bit of shine to indicate some bright-eyed life going on then ditched the thought. The snake's eyes need to look lack luster ~ there is something important in this for me right now.

Now. Before other crazy things occur in my day, I will go meditate . . .
The gem and the snake a little closer.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

some Sheep & Wool booty

*sigh* Yes. I made it to this year's Sheep & Wool. Ian's birthday was celebrated before the weekend. Football scheduling cooperated nicely not occurring until Sunday ~ as it should ~ freeing up the weekend further. This year's trek had an eye for the exotic. I found some yak and a little buffalo. Things to spin on drop spindle in my imaginary spare time.

Of course, we stopped by Jamie Harmon's booth, as we do every year, to snap up some beautifully dyed bunny mix for small-item knitting. Another annual visit was made to Staghorn Valley Alpaca Farm where I bought a small amount of black alpaca. I visit Judy and Jerry's booth because we almost bought alpaca from them years ago. Unfortunately, other things in life became priority putting off any alpaca purchases, but when I'm in the market for a pair of alpaca I'll go to Staghorn Valley. There's something to be said about a man who kisses an alpaca full on the lips. I found a funky mohair mix called Starry Night ~ so named after Van Gogh's ubiquitous painting. I've no idea what I'll be knitting out of that. Kim and I will be splitting four pounds of Romney. (Will two pounds be enough, Kim?) Buying some dirty fleece keeps my hand in primitive wool processing. Never a dull moment, that.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

paging Rumi

Today's journal page with Rumi.
Effy at Wild Soul Arts has offered a Rumi project (it's a Ning thing and you need to be invited). Jelalludin Rumi is one of my favorite mystical poets, but I am on limited time today for one reason or another so it was a quick response to the challenge at hand. While it's not one of my favorite quotes, it is one that spoke to me deeply in this moment.

The lake was, indeed, something to see. I love catching those magical moments in nature when it all seems supernatural, ephemeral and surreal. Those moments are best remembered.

Friday, October 19, 2012

who's in your camp?

Gods become something more than archetype when we engage them. They take on life, become fleshed out, but with few of the human physical foibles us incarnates suffer ~ age, disease, sagging breasts. It is natural we would gravitate to Their powers and energies when in times of doubt and trouble.

I don't have a vast pantheon at my disposal. In fact, it would be presumptuous of me to assume any one of the deities I converse with are lying about waiting for invocations from me. I like to think we have a working relationship. The Gods are just as available for me as they are for you at any given time, but there needs to be a healthy dose of respect. And it's important to introduce yourself ~ as in the beginning of any good relationship. As rudeness isn't acceptable amongst humans, the same follows for deities. Be polite without ingratiating. Be direct without commanding. And say, Thank you. Offerings are a lovely thing to have on hand, but they don't always need to be elaborate. In the middle of the woods with only hair and spit to offer is fine. Although, there's plenty of material in the woods to create on offering on the spot ~ rocks for cairns, for instance. An offering can be anything reasonable: food, libations, art, poetry, song . . . let the Gods give you a hint.

Those I've created a close working relationship with include Brighid, Hecate, Saule, Odin, Hestia . . . just to name a few. My attention will be called to Them in some way or another ~ like a tap on the shoulder. Altars need cleaning and revamping? Hestia is usually the one who will have me suddenly deciding it's time to clean house. Strength and creativity live in my studio at Brighid's altar. Odin will remind me to look at things with both eyes, the physical and Inner Vision, at certain times. Sometimes, a deity will simply come to the fore in some way or another. Either in constant thought or art or song or (on exceedingly rare occasions) on license plates. It is then I create a piece of art or an altar, even if temporary, to carry me through with some sense and equanimity. So. I got a visit from Athena last night.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

of journal pages

My Tiger Eye Lily of Annoyance . . .

Sittin' Pretty II: In Which I'm Talking to Myself . . .

The Golden Carpet of Leaves . . .

A day of Golden Confucian . . .

Just another Reminder . . .
It all keeps me in Vision.

Sunday, October 07, 2012

an autumnal journal page

A background wash of yellow watercolor
and a dash of gold tempera.

The addition of watercolor crayon leaves in yellow
and orange.

Another background wash of sepia watercolor.

A final wash with India ink making for some dark half
of the year musings.
Ruminations at 11:00.

Thursday, October 04, 2012

misty mountain hop

I had a strong call of the wild this morning and heeded it . . .

A flower whose name I've forgotten . . . but it's not a
Forget-Me-Not.

A quiet misty lake from the dam.

Swimming done for the season at the beach.

A colorful dam flowing over.

Looking into the woods.

Foggy reflections.

Heading back home.

Uphill.

The beauty of things left behind.