I am here, outside in the landscape, in the bush, feeling the wind and hearing the sounds of birds. It is the smell that most impresses me, it is soft and sweet. As I look around for inspiration to paint, I am guided to only look, to simply be and to feel the land I am in.
The wind blows through my hair and across my face.
I have no subject for this painting, I am waiting to feel how the landscape communicates with me.
It is easy to be alone with my thoughts here. No one is asking anything, only the breeze is blowing around me. If nothing else, this silent grounding is a life giving force. So, how do I interpret this silent story from the land around me?
I am waiting for guidance and inspiration.
I have an idea of writing a song, I remember the paintings I have done in the past which were songs; Song to the Earth; I, a Self Song. This seems to be the right time for a new one. A Song to Oberon. Verse One;
I sense there are three verses; this is the second.
I feel the wind wrapping around me, almost caressing me and making me a part of this landscape. What do I still want to know, to hear, to see? I feel integrated with the landscape, not as an outline or as a seperate shape, but as part of the organism of the life that I sense here.
This is the third verse
These three sketches hold all the emotions, inspirations and symbols of my song to this land. Each verse is a moment that will blur into the next. I didn’t plan to simply paint an image of the landscape, I wanted to somehow be a conduit of this landscape and communicate it’s calming and unique energising power to those who view the resulting paintings. I aspire for my paintings to ignite associations of wellbeing in the viewer and to be a meditative process for myself.