I had forgotten how enjoyable it is to sketch, the tree series that I unearthed yesterday came from quite a large series of work which only very few did I take any further. I remember spending a week at the Krishnamurti centre, such a tranquil place to stay, to read all his teachings, watch his talks and generally just chill. After lunch I would take myself upstairs to my room, retrieve my sketchbook and spend hours each day putting pencil to paper……… Spent many a weekend here. Oh and one of my cut paper trees
I started this year with the idea of attending to my sketchbook on a daily basis. I already write regularly into a journal, have been writing for the past 5 years, not every day “come what may” but a nice steady rhythm of letting go of that which no longer serves me. Thoughts which can swirl obsessively around are now released onto paper and sometimes real pearls of wisdom are revealed to me. So pencil in hand on January 1st I started, or should I say tried to start……… nothing came, on subsequent days I thought I would sketch first perhaps and then write, no, this didn’t work either. So rather than stare at a blank page I thought I would only go there when it felt right, sadly that day has not revealed itself. So today I thought I would look through past sketch books and see if there was anything that would inspire me.
Flicking through the pages I came across this sketch, and what struck me were the egg shape leaves or fruits struck me in this piece………… originally started as part of my tree series, so many of these, as well as other tree fruitage like dream buds………… all very inspiring.
Seems to me like a natural progression, stones being the holders of our ancient earth, just like trees who bear witness to our changing centuries, eggs the beginnings of the miracle of life, death and rebirth cycle just as trees bring forth, shoots, leaves flower and fruits, the wheel keeps on turning.
my creative journey continues, the forests of trees that hold such abundance. Somethings calls me when I walk amongst the dancing leaves, the verdant lushness, their vitality and majestic power.
A dear friend posted this beautiful poem, I had forgotten just how beautiful these words were, a poem I had ready many times a few years back, but had faded in the mists of time…………….
Sleeping in the Forest
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
drawing, painting, walking, reading, my spare time is taken up with these things. My days are spend creating interiors, all good stuff, but its not freedom, a lot of constraints. Drawing allows me to express what I sense and just lately its something about the spirit and energy that abounds when I walk in the woods.
My studio has been littered with ideas, written descriptions, and little sketches. my first sketch I would like to capture as a tiny miniature with raised gilding and jewel like colours like a medieval illumination. then through a series of sketches I came up with another tree spirit this time in oils and much biger. Its not finished yet and I am sure will go through many transformative colour changes. But here is where I am for now…………..
Another day of sitting, 5 more weeks I have been told, I am so missing just stepping out and walking in nature. It is so tantalizingly close, I can see the green of the common the skeletal trees, some with a few leaves still clinging, people walking their dogs and I am sitting down with my leg up
What to do next? yesterday played with photoshop, today I thought I would have a go at embroidering myself something, a small purse for my special things, tomorrow, well that’s another day !!
Amazing what a walk in the woods can reveal, a triumphal arch, a gothic window, wildwood tracery in a stain glass window……………….
I see this as a wondrous tree spirit, both masculine and feminine, wise, loving and full of playfulness. How did I do this? it started of as two image, one, a picture of a very ancient tree and two, a pencil sketch that I drew yesterday of the sacred serpent entwining itself around a spirit body. Today I played around with them digitally and had some fun, and this is the result. My day started very early, up and awake at 5am. Creative juices were flowing and I just had to act on them……….. you know how it is !!