As the old year drew to a close I found myself finding new ways to make my art. Paint and inks, graphite and charcoal, are all well and fine but my desire for tangibility demands the solidity of objects. So I added ephemera and sequins. And somehow I discovered that I had begun to gather in Things Lost and Found. Mismatched and misplaced pieces take on new meanings and purpose when placed within the context of the world I am striving to bring into this reality.
Timeliness is as much a key to the flowering of Things and the movement of Stories as the clarity of why. A close connection with our selves allow us to sense this timeliness -- the capacity to be patient and to stay still, as well as the ability to take action quickly can make the difference between a Thing unfolding as it was meant, or disrupting the flow of our very lives. Of course, even delays are sometimes woven in as necessary to the process, but oftentimes we can also be the hindrances to our own progress. I can attest to my own stubbornness, and my own fears, that have once constrained me to such a degree that I stifled all that should live and flourish within me.
Resistance to the natural flow of days and the rhythm of my own spirit only caused me pain and severe discomfort. My spirit becomes ill, and my mood becomes dissonant with everything around me. I turn bitter and cruel. I am poisoned and I poison others. I lose the ability to discern the right decision, everything becomes a battle, everything becomes a punishing effort to accomplish.
But if I let go and trust my sense of how Things should fall, then I experience calm, and peace, and the right kind of control -- enough to keep myself steering toward my True North, but also remaining open to the synchronic flow of the Universe through the creation of my Story. I must keep open to the aid and helpers sent along my way, the messengers and the wise beings, the clues and the signs.
Yesterday was the Time for me to welcome the Dream King again. To let myself sink into one of his Stories. In doing so I found the gifts of this particular Story arriving at the right moment of my life. I discovered echoes of my self among the magic-steeped pages, and most importantly, echoes of my creative journey. I felt that I have received a silent nod of approval, and also that I was bestowed a map to decipher as I go deeper into my journey.
These illustrations break away a lot from traditional comics and that movement resonates with me. The colour palettes, as well as the moods and tones, are relevant to my attempts at capturing a whole world onto paper and canvas. Of course the most important thing is that I am ready for this now. A day earlier and I would have missed all the clues. A day later and I would have been too distracted by the coming week.
Along this flow of Things is the realisation that I would like to begin my offering of artworks as original, singular pieces. Perhaps later I will decide to offer prints and multiple copies or pieces of an applied designs. But that would be later. I would like to begin with unique pieces. One of its kind. There may be a thematic series, but never the exact same version of a subject. I wish to highlight the idea of there being only one, and either you really want it or you don't, either it's meant for you, or it's not. I like the idea of chances -- will you be able to decide on time before someone else claims it?
This idea is further reinforced by a revisitation of one of my favourite illustrated books, The Merchant Of Marvels and The Peddler Of Dreams.
This book was also the creative seed for the previous post/poem, Queen of Marvels.
My very soul aches to move forward. But first, at this very moment, I must take myself off the magical road and ---
finish that dayjob report. (Such a devastating disruption, I know.)