And just when I was wondering how to explain to people how becoming a painter and letting my unconscious direct my paintings relates to, and is important, in the real world, an answer arrives in my inbox. Thankyou.

"We each must become like fishermen, and go out onto the dark ocean of mind, and let your nets down into that sea."

"And what you're after is not some behemoth that will tear through your nets, foul them, and drag you and your little boat into the abyss. Nor are what we looking for a bunch of sardines, that can slip through your net and disappear, ideas like 'have you ever noticed that your little finger exactly fits your nostril' and stuff like that."

"What we are looking for are middle-sized ideas that are not so small that they are trivial, and not so large that they are incomprehensible, but middle-sized ideas that we can wrestle into our boat and take back to the folks on shore, and have fish dinner."

"And everyone of us, this is what we should be looking for. It's not for your elucidation, it's not part of your self-directed psychotherapy; you are an explorer, and you represent our species."

"And the greatest good you can do is to bring back a new idea, because our world is endangered by the absence of good ideas. Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness."

"And so, to whatever degree, any one of us can bring back a small piece of the picture, and contribute it to the building of the new paradigm. Then we participate in the redemption of the human spirit."

- Terence McKenna

Reproduced from a wonderful weekly newsletter I receive, available from Free Will Astrology (no I don't actually believe in astrology, but I do love this guy's take on life and getting a weekly reminder of wider possibilities).

In the spirit of the glass being half full rather than half empty, after a few days of reflection, here's what I've learned from my semi-aborted daily painting challenge.











1. Getting in front of a video camera is not so bad after all.
2. My preferred painting style is for layers rather than wet on wet.
3. PC's truly are horrible for editing video and I am soooo hanging out for a Mac.
4. I really prefer artwork that has a voice - a meaning - a reason for being.
5. After a few days away from the studio on the computer, I'm missing the paints and this is highlighting the value of daily practice.
6. Although it was an ambitious project to design, paint, video and blog daily, if I hadn't tried I wouldn't know how long it takes or if it was possible. Now it's a known quantity. Possible, but not with a fulltime job on top.

So keeping moving after yesterday's sad decision...
The quality I'll be painting this week is serenity.
I have an image in mind already, but I'll keep that to myself until it's all done.
In the meantime, here are some Google image results for serenity:


1. The same sort of feeling I have in mind


http://www.starstore.com/acatalog/Serenity-poster-la.jpg




2. I like the quote, but it's a bit religious and with a downtrodden attitude for me

http://www.twyford-berkshire.co.uk/churches/Serenity%20Transparent.gif


3. Scary that our world can call a movie with this sort of poster frame 'Serenity'. It looks anything but...

http://editorial.sidereel.com/Images/Posts/serenity.jpg

Well it's a sad-face day.

Sad Face photo - Jola Dziubinska photos at pbase.com


The challenge of painting, shooting a video, editing said video, uploading and blogging ON TOP of my regular day is proving to be too ambitious. Especially given that I am now 3 weeks behind on my day job due to all the hard drive issues that cropped up.

So this challenge needs a rethink. Such as reducing the regularity for starters. I would love to keep doing this challenge every day, but it does not seem to be realistic at this point in time. So how about I be more sensible and aim for once a week?

How about I say once a week definitely, and there may be the odd bonus painting with video along the way? Then when the current day-job project finishes at the end of November, this arrangement can be reviewed.

Purpose. Not porpoise (oh the groans - but you know I just had to). Are your days spent drifting or swimming?
So do you have one (a purpose!)? I'm talking big picture here. Do you know what you want, where you want to go? If you don't know where you want to go, how will you get there? Fairy wand anyone?

This piece was actually emailed to me. Great timing! "It really seems (at least if you read popular media) that who you know and whether you get 'picked' are the two keys to success. Luck.
...
Delete the outliers--the people who are hit by a bus or win the lottery, the people who luck out in a big way, and we're left with everyone else. And for everyone else, effort is directly related to success. Not all the time, but as much as you would expect. Smarter, harder working, better informed and better liked people do better than other people, most of the time."


And as a friendly kick-up-the-bum, freely plagiarised from here, "So the big question I have for you is how far do you have to be pushed before you’ll become extraordinary?
...
As you probably know but in case you don’t the mind is your most valuable tool in your entire arsenal. Ask any millionaire or billionaire and they’ll confirm for you the mind is your most valuable tool.
...
Because when you get a handle on your own mind and give the specific techniques on how to get the most out of yourself and your own creativity then the world opens up before you."

Why is rest important and what does it have to do with Picasso?

"The second day, a different dealer came by. Picasso hardly looked up. "Fake!" he bellowed.

After the dealer left, I couldn't help myself. "Picasso, why did you say that painting was a fake? I was here, in this studio, last year when I saw you paint it."

Picasso didn't hesitate. He turned to me and said, "I often paint fakes.""

(The full piece is available here.)

Was he talking about staying in the flow and therefore being able to stay authentic?

So today's topic is "receptivity". And I, in my short and to the point way, would like to ask, 'how receptive are you to the possibilities all around?' Magic happens, if you'll let it. It's all in the way you DECIDE to view the world.

Another explanation I found while wandering the blogosphere is excerpted below. It's very wordy, but I think, well worthwhile. Read the full piece here if you feel inclined.

"There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet
an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says,
"Morning, boys, how's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a
bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes,
"What the hell is water?"
...
A huge percentage of the stuff that I tend to be automatically certain
of is, it turns out, totally wrong and deluded. Here's one example of
the utter wrongness of something I tend to be automatically sure of:
everything in my own immediate experience supports my deep belief that
I am the absolute centre of the universe, the realest, most vivid and
important person in existence. We rarely talk about this sort of
natural, basic self-centredness, because it's so socially repulsive,
but it's pretty much the same for all of us, deep down. It is our
default setting, hard-wired into our boards at birth. Think about it:
there is no experience you've had that you were not at the absolute
centre of. The world as you experience it is right there in front of
you, or behind you, to the left or right of you, on your TV, or your
monitor, or whatever. Other people's thoughts and feelings have to be
communicated to you somehow, but your own are so immediate, urgent,
real - you get the idea.
...
But then you remember there's no food at home - you haven't had time to
shop this week, because of your challenging job - and so now, after
work, you have to get in your car and drive to the supermarket. It's
the end of the workday, and the traffic's very bad, so getting to the
store takes way longer than it should, and when you finally get there
the supermarket is very crowded, because of course it's the time of day
when all the other people with jobs also try to squeeze in some grocery
shopping, and the store's hideously, fluorescently lit, and infused
with soul-killing Muzak or corporate pop, and it's pretty much the last
place you want to be, but you can't just get in and quickly out: you
have to wander all over the huge, overlit store's crowded aisles to
find the stuff you want, and you have to manoeuvre your junky cart
through all these other tired, hurried people with carts, and of course
there are also the glacially slow old people and the spacey people and
the kids who all block the aisle and you have to grit your teeth and
try to be polite as you ask them to let you by, and eventually,
finally, you get all your supper supplies, except now it turns out
there aren't enough checkout lanes open even though it's the
end-of-the-day rush, so the checkout line is incredibly long, which is
stupid and infuriating, but you can't take your fury out on the frantic
lady working the register.
...
The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where
the work of choosing comes in. Because the traffic jams and crowded
aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don't
make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention
to, I'm going to be pissed and miserable every time I have to
food-shop, because my natural default setting is the certainty that
situations like this are really all about me, about my hungriness and
my fatigue and my desire to just get home, and it's going to seem, for
all the world, like everybody else is just in my way, and who are all
these people in my way?
...
If I choose to think this way, fine, lots of us do - except that
thinking this way tends to be so easy and automatic it doesn't have to
be a choice. Thinking this way is my natural default setting.
...
But most days, if you're aware enough to give yourself a choice, you
can choose to look differently at this fat, dead-eyed, over-made-up
lady who just screamed at her little child in the checkout line - maybe
she's not usually like this; maybe she's been up three straight nights
holding the hand of her husband who's dying of bone cancer, or maybe
this very lady is the low-wage clerk at the Motor Vehicles Dept who
just yesterday helped your spouse resolve a nightmarish red-tape
problem through some small act of bureaucratic kindness. Of course,
none of this is likely, but it's also not impossible - it just depends
on what you want to consider. If you're automatically sure that you
know what reality is and who and what is really important - if you want
to operate on your default setting - then you, like me, will not
consider possibilities that aren't pointless and annoying. But if
you've really learned how to think, how to pay attention, then you will
know you have other options. It will be within your power to experience
a crowded, loud, slow, consumer-hell-type situation as not only
meaningful but sacred, on fire with the same force that lit the stars -
compassion, love, the sub-surface unity of all things. Not that that
mystical stuff's necessarily true: the only thing that's capital-T True
is that you get to decide how you're going to try to see it. You get to
consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't.
...
And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default
settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite
nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and
the worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces
in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal
freedom. The freedom to be lords of our own tiny skull-sized kingdoms,
alone at the centre of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to
recommend it. But there are all different kinds of freedom, and the
kind that is most precious you will not hear much talked about in the
great outside world of winning and achieving and displaying. The really
important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and
discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people
and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy
ways, every day. That is real freedom. The alternative is
unconsciousness, the default setting, the "rat race" - the constant
gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing.
...
It is about simple awareness - awareness of what is so real and
essential, so hidden in plain sight all around us, that we have to keep
reminding ourselves, over and over: "This is water, this is water.""


And at last, the vid!

Brute strength. Quiet strength. The strength of steel. Flexible sapling strength...
I chose an imperfect variety:






The final image:

There are a number of points I find really interesting about the number of images for simplicity that I could generate and that exist already in the wider world. For me personally, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that I would generate so many ideas around this concept, after all, it's something I've been aiming at and getting closer to for quite a while. For the wider world, I find it revealing that it has such a large place in our visual vocabulary. With so many symbols for simplicity, it means that it is important to many people. What a wonderful thing.

And now on to the vid that explains all the rambling ideas that led to my version of a symbol for simplicity. And there were so many I had to take notes! So many that I could do an entire painting series on simplicity. Now there's an idea to file away.




And the final image. A bit Japanese, and a lot Australian:

My first thoughts around stability led straight to stone. Specifically, ancient carved stone such as the statues on Easter Island.















But stone is not permanent. It's not fully stable.













In fact, when you really think about it, there is nothing that is permanently stable. So one of these seemed quite apt:














So that's the brief summary. And the movie that goes into a bit more depth:




And the end result:

This is what happens when humans, their technology, nature, and fractals collide...




All of these have adaptability as a core strength.

Well today has been hell, so if(!) I look a bit worn out, it's because the computer issues are landing like dominoes. First the virus, then the back up disk dies. Virus writers should be lined up and shot. And for the record, Microsoft - you suck. Maxtor - you suck too. But I am CONFIDENT I will get all these issues resolved. However, it is likely to mess with my posting schedule. I'll do my best.

Here are some examples of the sort of cocky, bravado, puffed up ego foolhardiness I was trying to avoid depicting. Interesting that these were the top results in Google pictures for confidence. None of these are what I would call real confidence. What does that say about our society? Not much good I fear.

And the explanation behind it:

Here's the pic:





And the inspiration behind it (posted late because Microsoft sucks big time... that'll do or I will rant for the next 14 hours).

Hello world indeed. This is the year of finishing things that have been started and it is also the year of the artist. I know I know, it’s February now and these new year declarations should already be firmly in place, or more likely, firmly shoved off the wagon. However, here goes regardless. Inspired by the plethora of ‘an artpiece a day’ sites and blogs, I’m doing my own version. And with a kick up the bum courtesy of my friend Laurel, I’m away. It won’t be an every day thang. Given that at the moment I don’t always have time to cook my dinner, let alone walk the dog, it shall be weekly. So there. A weekly piece of art. Most likely paintings or animations. And, ta-da, here’s number one…