BeLeef.

[210829a]

This is an original artwork.

Acrylic on canvas (20 cm x 15 cm).

This piece speaks to faith and belief in friendships that persist through time and space.

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Open sunset

[210821a]

This is an original artwork.

Acrylic on canvas (20 cm x 15 cm).

This piece speaks to the sun setting on open wounds and is reminiscent of Jupiter’s “Great Red Spot”.

The Great Red Spot is a storm that has been persisting for over 3 centuries on the surface of Jupiter.

Wounds sometimes persist for long periods within the psyche, like centuries’ old high-pressure anticyclonic storms.

It is okay to let the sun set on these wounds.

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Reflections

I’ve always wondered if there was more to this endless cycle of action and reaction when we crash into personalities with our own. Is there a purpose beyond the idea of control? Are there secret lessons to be learned from what each encounter reflects back at us? Is there more to just being pissed off at being cut off in traffic? Or by being marginalised at work? Does the present image only look complete by glancing back to where it came from?

Title: Reflections of the Road Ahead (above) and the Road Behind (below) (Inner Harbor, Baltimore, Maryland)

New Dawn.

I remember getting up that morning, excited by the prospect of newness and cracked open by the adventure of it all. I felt renewed with the rains that visited the day before. I ran through the morning dew and around the corners of my mind, transfixed both by the lies I’d told myself, and by the possibilities ahead. I knew, I had to run.

The first picture. This picture would be prophetic. Twin lights, reflected. One so much more radiant than the other, in this world. But one need only look beneath the surface to be awed by the depths of radiance in the other.

In the end, this is all we are, Lights moving in depths and heights, seeing each other’s reflection.

Title: Twin Spirits (Inner Harbor, Baltimore, Maryland)

Continuation

I had forgotten all about this space. I may try again to start recording my observations.

Let’s see how far I get.

It’s Boxing Day and the Rain is visiting us this afternoon. The cat’s taken shelter from the thunder, under my legs (obviously), and his fur tickles. Much has changed since my last two (first two?) posts. I have moved homes a few times and changed jobs too. My friends seem to have changed. Their lives are busier and more complex than I remember.

I’m not sure how I feel about Change.

Start again.

I used to be an avid ‘Chronicler’. I’d started my first journal when I was about 10 years old, on and off thereafter for several years. I always lacked the commitment nay, the fortitude to meticulously and diligently record every single happening. The ‘chronicling’ process however, has always been a source of reflective catharsis for me. There is just something so meditative and considered when one has to sit down and be honest.

It’s been about three years now since I’ve stopped.

I’ve decided that I need to start again.

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