I love this drawing, it is not for sale. I love it that much. It shows a magician wearing a magenta cloak, which is a self portrait in a way. I own a burgundy cloak and I am a woman but the colour of the cloak in the picture represents some part of my soul.
The magician who could be male or female sits at the table, with a candle giving off bright white light and writes a story, or a scroll in a secret language. Light from the ceiling peeks in through a hole and shines down on the magician, almost illuminating him.
This is an image of self illumination to me, i treasure it.
I think this drawing started with the image of the rosy cross in the stain glass window in the middle of the drawing. I wanted to portray secrets of old, of what we do know of religion.
A man or monk stands pouring water into the cup of life or immortality in the right window.
I think the rosy cross and the cup of life are in separate windows because they are different secrets, and i don’t believe- if there are people associated with the rosy cross, that they would have known the secret to immortality.
i think the secret to immortality is to just be, and then you feel the eternal. I know it isn’t that simple, but i like to keep things simple.
The people in the picture represent Leonardo Da Vinci with something to say about the Rosy Cross, and I do wonder what it is he would say, a self portrait holding a scroll and other figures I saw when i had schizophrenia. Everyone holds a scroll because they have something to say. I am not sure why I draw figures I saw during schizophrenia, maybe it’s just to give them a place in my life. To be able to point and say, I saw that. I am lucky to be able to draw it, so it just doesn’t stay as a figment of my imagination to haunt me.
I went to the Harry Potter exhibition with Simin and had a very good time. We saw Buckbeak and Fawkes the phoenix and the flying car, and clothes worn by Harry Potter and Ron Weaseley and the first beds they slept in. One of my favourite displays showed Hermoine’s prom dress in a light purple with lots of layers and the prison clothes worn by Sirius Black and Bellatrix Le strange.
I was a bit scared of the dementors to be honest. It was as if they possessed some dark life of their own as they hung down from the ceiling. I’m prety chicken like that.
I LOVED all the displays of the candy and the clothes worn by Xenophilius Lovegood and Luna Lovegood.
Enticed by the displays of candy Simin and I went to look at the shop. I couldn’t resist buying the guide to the show, and lovingly read through it. It contained Harry Potter’s acceptance letter to Hogwarts.
The shop sort of reminded you of Ollivander’s wand store, where they sell wands. the section in the middle was just for wands and filled from bottom to ceiling with wands for all the characters. I liked Sirius Black’s wand and Harry Potter’s wand. I just felt Harry Potter’s wand to be a classic. Simple, but embued with the memories of everything he did.
I bought a packet of Bertti Bott’s every flavour beans and have tried them since. Boogers was ok, but grass really tasted like grass and soap was absolutely disgusting. it was like having a foamy soap bubble in your mouth and trying to swallow it. I have yet to convince Simin to try them.
Simin wanted a wand but couldn’t decide and I almost wanted one but didn’t buy any.
We got the chocolate frogs though, because they had the magic cards in them. I got Professor Lockhart and Quirrel, but I wanted Dumbledore. I supposed most people do. Simin got Professor Snape and refused to exchange.
Well it was a memorable trip and thank you for reading.