Musing on Georgian Skies

On July 3, 2012, when I’d had my first little starter DSLR camera for about 3 weeks and barely knew how to turn it on, I took the bus up to Collingwood for the first time, went for an afternoon walk and happened upon this scene –the tempest #1The wind was blowing, a storm was on its way in, and I was thrilled by the blasts of wet air, almost sea-like, and the dramatic clouds everywhere.diagonal busy cloudI walked. I took pictures. I marvelled.
At the time all that was expected of the experience was a relaxing week up north on Georgian Bay – I had no idea this was the beginning of something.ducks under billowy cloudsBut now, just about 3 years later, and many dozens of trips north with that camera and several others later, I can say…
Something happened.
Something grew.
That spot, happened upon by chance on a first day out wandering, and the surrounding hills and paths and parks, became my wild sanctuary, my muse, my special spot.canadiana new w rflctr

rocky shore

point, low clouds

the house on the hill

dragon cloud

Weekly Photo Challenge – Muse

Colours of the Rainbow

black sweaterThey say black is the absence of colour. Or is that white, that holds all the colours but is not, in itself, a colour?
I am thinking of black as I’m packing my bags for a funeral and I’m throwing in everything black I own cause I don’t know what I’ll actually want to wear once I’m there.balloon in treeRather than sink into the deep pool of sadness at this death – a sweet sweet boy lost much too young – I’m doing my best to compartmentalize my brain and focus for the moment on the solstice that comes tomorrow, on the blazing light of the sun at its zenith, the beginning of summer, my blossoming garden, and the idea of intention setting.
smoke in abaloneTough times out there in the world these days, so many difficult events surround us, but the days are long and glorious and bright, and summer calls…so how do we take the heavy events and find ways to turn towards the sun in its glory?green leafAccording to astrologers, on top of the big solstice event, we have the conjunction of Venus and Jupiter in the skies, which means that now is an excellent time, a lucky time, a big heart-filled generous time for tuning in, knowing, feeling, thinking what it is you want, and planting the seeds.
A time to dream a new dream of a better world – to believe anything is possible.
According to Ohki Simine Forest, the summer solstice is the entrance into the southern direction on the Medicine Wheel, where the sacred Deer is the main totem.young deer in the swamp

Deer brings the medicine of trust and gentleness, and teaches us to align with our heart and to walk in our lives in a sacred manner. We can call on Deer medicine to bring a sense of magic to our lives and to call a sense of joy and innocence.

According to Sergio Magaña, we are currently in the 13 day period of the Flower, a time for a flowering of personal enlightenment.

Flowers are definitely happening where I live these days. Even here in our modest little garden there is so much colour – and each colour feels like a blessing, a gift bursting into the light.day lily backlit
red geranium
pinks
yellow butterfly on lilacs
tiny blue flowerI think of how all these colours exist as reflections in the light – the way a rainbow is fractals of light, colours within the light revealing themselves, so we find all these colours around us almost anywhere we go, lifting us up, reminding us of how glorious it is to be alive…

“Make of yourself a light”
said the Buddha,
before he died.
I think of this every morning
as the east begins
to tear off its many clouds
of darkness, to send up the first
signal – a white fan
streaked with pink and violet,
even green.
An old man, he lay down
between two sala trees,
and he might have said anything,
knowing it was his final hour.
The light burns upward,
it thickens and settles over the fields.
Around him, the villagers gathered
and stretched forward to listen.
Even before the sun itself
hangs, disattached, in the blue air,
I am touched everywhere
by its ocean of yellow waves.
No doubt he thought of everything
that had happened in his difficult life.
And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire-
clearly I’m not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
Slowly, beneath the branches,
he raised his head.
He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd.

– Mary Oliver, The Buddha’s Last Instruction

Weekly Photo Challenge – ROYGBIV

On the Way to the Fair

In fact, there is more than one fair, upcoming rather soon.
And I am running, rushing, racing to get ready, and yet and still, so many things along the way…
A collage is going down to the art show component of the International Association for the Study of Dreams Conference – oh how I wish I could go, but no, only the art itself will go – in the desert w frame edgesAnd so I am on my way to drop it off to someone who is driving it down – a stranger who soon becomes a friend, when the rain begins –rainy puddlesAnd it becomes a day of dodging torrential downpours while out and about.
The resin supply has been depleted and must be replenished, as there are many many pieces still to finish, because at the various fairs there must be lots and lots of amazing things in my booth to look at.
So after dropping off the collage, I am on my way to the art supplies store when I see Marcos, and we hug and do our greetings quickly as showers are threatening again.
2 more gallons of resin are in my hands while the rain pours down like the heavens have opened and are emptying out some big kiddie pool full of water, flooding the gutters and creating huge puddles everywhere.
I wander the aisles of the art supplies store waiting for the rain to subside.
Oh, this is a very, very dangerous place for me…pencil crayonsBut after a herculean amount of self-control is exerted resisting the delicious art supplies, next up is the hardware store for a new blowtorch as I’ve somehow managed to blow through 2 blowtorches – they are an essential component of the finishing process here, the carbon dioxide of the propane torch swept gently and carefully across the layer of resin after it has been poured eliminates bubbles. How I’ve messed up 2 of these already is a bit of a mystery – maybe I resined the knobs closed or something, I’m not sure, but one is completely shut down, and the other spews large out-of-control blasts of fire like a dragon. Not so helpful.2 blowtorchesAnd on the way to the hardware store, the streetcar driver appears to be overtaken by a fit of boredom, and having us all as his captive audience, a double slinky of a streetcar packed full of wet people, he begins to tell bad jokes and even worse poetry over the loudspeaker system to groans and laughter, coaxing us to applaud each time a startled new person joins us on the car.on the streetcarBack at home with all my supplies, the production line continues with a new twist – one of the fairs suggested I bring forth more of an urban look, not so much “country living”.
Country living, country living, I think, not quite getting it, since I am very much in the city… Mystified at first, I look around and realize everything is about nature. Most of what I’ve been printing comes from forays up north or even city adventures in the parks, the ravines, the island, my garden –
country livingDigging into the archives I find many forgotten loves of urban moments, and happily start printing some of things I’d put aside, things I love but wasn’t sure would have a populist appeal.printing gotham for artwalk
new urban printsPhotos printed, glued onto gessoed blocks, prepped with duck tape and poised, ready for the next resin pour, there’s just one problem.
It seems my assistant doesn’t realize how much trouble she causes – just one of her hairs stuck in the resin as it dries can mess up an entire piece, hours of work and many dollars spent in the various supplies all ruined from a single stray floating hair.cat with resined piecesThis is my first year doing an outdoor art fair.
I’m pretty excited…
Weekly Photo Challenge – On the Way