Wu wei, wu wei It is whispered to us gently. We have to let go, in order to kick We have to release, in order to achieve. Balance is perfect symmetry with the universe We are one, but in one-we are many.
In the eaves of night, A full moon illuminates chance, A scroll unrolled, The words of life and death tumble and fall. God shines brighter than the moon, Walking soundlessly in a garden That no longer can be found Am i waiting for you Or are you waiting for me
Hey everyone, i hope you are all well ! It is a rainy day here, even though we are in the midst of Summer. It is a really cool day. I hope you are all doing ok.
This is a really small drawing, but somehow describes me very well. In motion to place a scroll on the shelf. I am always inbetween books and this describes it very well. There is a small bottle on the shelf. I don’t know if i meant it to be perfume, an incense burner, or a bottle of immortal elixir ! The scroll that has been unrolled in my hand feels as if i am lost in thought
This is a small but classic painting on a chinese silk fan. It is a mini self-portrait of drinking from the cup of immortality with a hidden soul ingredient and the apparition of God. Probably one of the more personal paintings i have done. I have not yet carried this fan outside with me but hope to one day.
This is a rather personal large drawing. I think most of my drawings are quite personal but this one is a self portrait. It describes my experience of acupuncture, which i go for and some of the meridian or spiritual energy points. There is a real sense of peace and tranquility in this drawing, almost like an anatomical drawing. I have added my own experience of spiritial energy points to this drawing
Thank you all for being here, you are all such a comfort to me. Sometimes i look through the drawings i do with difficult emotions. It is so very hard to talk about them but good to try, some artworks can’t really be explained well in words, i guess this is why they are artworks.
This artwork was done in winter, where i usually tend to have more melancholic and deeper reflection. It is a picture of God pulling me away from Death, whom i used to be close to. At least in this incarnation. We spent a lot of time in the underworld together. The moment of separation. While i am happy to be closer to God, everyone longs for their old friends.
I never really saw ghosts, more like demons and angels and deities. And many times when i was staying on my own, i saw a hooded figure in black by my bed. Not bad, just checking on me. It didn’t feel real until they brushed by the bed. The feel of the coarse black cloth of unearthly material was what really shook me to my senses. Apparently in a near death experience, my mother saw me reach out my hand and say someone was there. It was a golden figure of light. Someone was waiting to collect me. My energy moves so fast i always feel like a pile of stardust. I didn’t realise i could be collected. Until now. But thats a story for a different day.
This artwork is one of my abstracts. It features a silvery figure gazing into a black hole. The start of everything or the moving into the cosmos. It is surrounded by the veins of consciousness or the veins of the universe. Into the dark night of the soul we all step, then emerge. Done in Winter, time of contemplation.
Somehow when i reached the point of death, and returned. I landed in the arms of God. I feel incredibly blessed he was there to catch me, and renew me.
Sometimes through circumstances in life, whether people were mistreated or other circumstances, people become bad. They turn around and kill everyone. Whether in this life, or the afterlife. It feels like no one loves them. If you ever feel like no one loves you, remember that God is there to catch you if you fall and help you. When you least expect it, even if you don’t know what to do. The universe our mother takes care of us. That is why the universe is always moving, always changing. There are second chances for everyone, and no one is excluded.
And the most important thing i learnt is that even if all hope is lost, God can still pull all the pieces of you and all the dust particles you have become-across the universe, and make you whole again. I guess that is what this picture is about. My return from death and being caught in the arms of God when i least expected it. Done in Spring, time of renewal.