Local image #61
2022, Acrylic on board, 30x30cm
R990.00
Focus on you, this is about you, it is not about me, you are king, I wait on you, you want me to do this, I am doing your pleasure, you give me the idea, the desire, the ability.
Chainsaw beast, this morning, roaring, hear the chainsaw beast roar, and purr.
Sky, stars, celestial bodies, entities, ideas, thoughts, spirits, perceptions, complex contusions, contritions, protrusions, in the mind, of the mind, the subconscious pool, emerging from the pool of memory, and subconsciousness.
Reflection of the sky, flying over the surface of the water, and watching our reflections. Constellation, stars, speaks of gods, the divine, celestial beings, the spiritual realm, of our ancestors. Do I remember this? Is there the wiring in my brain that recognises these past visions? Seeing oneself reflected in the sky like a god, like a star in the third heaven. Was I there once? Was I with you once? Am I remembering, now? Where does this vision come from? Why do I think it is beautiful?
Always present, out of time, always present, I can find you in the present. How do I move into the present? Present. I forget the past, and the future, I focus on the sounds around me, on the air against my skin, the energy pulsing through my body, the inner working of my body, the sensations, hovering, oscillating, between them, staying in the present, what do I hear, feel, taste, smell, see?
Terrible flowers, energy, awesome energy, coursing, pulsing, through them. The terrible as a characteristic of you, all-powerful, immense, sublime. Unchangeable. Ultimate reality, I am who am. Something I can depend on, something I can hang on to for life.
This is a different manifestation, a different view, a different character, there is a lot to you, a multitude, a multiplicity, complex, beyond, I swim in you and never touch a side, such a different picture to the one of holding onto a peg, can i let go? How does the enemy get to me in your vastness? How does he find me? That is why I hang on to you, because I am in the world now. I exist in the world now, can i let go? When will you pluck me out?
A collaboration with the paint, and whatever is adhering to the moment, the ‘something more’ that adheres to the moment of creation, not my will but yours, allowing the paint to run, giving the paint an opportunity to do itself, to do your will.
Chainsaw beast, this morning, roaring, hear the chainsaw beast roar, and purr.
Sky, stars, celestial bodies, entities, ideas, thoughts, spirits, perceptions, complex contusions, contritions, protrusions, in the mind, of the mind, the subconscious pool, emerging from the pool of memory, and subconsciousness.
Reflection of the sky, flying over the surface of the water, and watching our reflections. Constellation, stars, speaks of gods, the divine, celestial beings, the spiritual realm, of our ancestors. Do I remember this? Is there the wiring in my brain that recognises these past visions? Seeing oneself reflected in the sky like a god, like a star in the third heaven. Was I there once? Was I with you once? Am I remembering, now? Where does this vision come from? Why do I think it is beautiful?
Always present, out of time, always present, I can find you in the present. How do I move into the present? Present. I forget the past, and the future, I focus on the sounds around me, on the air against my skin, the energy pulsing through my body, the inner working of my body, the sensations, hovering, oscillating, between them, staying in the present, what do I hear, feel, taste, smell, see?
Terrible flowers, energy, awesome energy, coursing, pulsing, through them. The terrible as a characteristic of you, all-powerful, immense, sublime. Unchangeable. Ultimate reality, I am who am. Something I can depend on, something I can hang on to for life.
This is a different manifestation, a different view, a different character, there is a lot to you, a multitude, a multiplicity, complex, beyond, I swim in you and never touch a side, such a different picture to the one of holding onto a peg, can i let go? How does the enemy get to me in your vastness? How does he find me? That is why I hang on to you, because I am in the world now. I exist in the world now, can i let go? When will you pluck me out?
A collaboration with the paint, and whatever is adhering to the moment, the ‘something more’ that adheres to the moment of creation, not my will but yours, allowing the paint to run, giving the paint an opportunity to do itself, to do your will.