Getting into the clear air and bright light, the places we rarely go…..our aspirations ‘Reach for the Sky’ – the Southern Alps near Mt Cook, oil on canvas, 60 x 120cm PLACE Once in a while You may come across a place Where everything Seems as close to perfection As you will ever need. And… Continue reading Reach for the Sky…
Places where the heart lives…. “When you love something like reading — or drawing or music or nature — it surrounds you with a sense of connection to something great. If you are lucky enough to know this, then your search for meaning involves whatever that Something is. It’s an alchemical blend of affinity and… Continue reading Coming home
As I set off walking the dog this morning there was a quiet stillness in the air and the sky was on fire. We went down the hill to the beach. Kuri loves the beach its something about the vital energy there that seems to bring out her inner puppy and she plays in the washed… Continue reading The Altar of this Moment
“I think it is a beautiful thing to recognize that the human soul has the potential to feel and be utterly complete. You see, the Brilliancy is our nature, the brilliance of who and what we are. That completeness, that contentment, that sort of complete deliciousness, happens by completely abiding in our nature, our Being,… Continue reading Brilliance!
My first trip to Mapua was an inspiration. A very pretty coastal village near Nelson set the scene for the first of what looks likely to be a monthly painting class. The class was the result of the persistence of one of my former Wellington students, now a very fine artist in her own right,… Continue reading The Mapua inspiration…
“Into the Light” – Punakaiki West Coast, oil on canvas, 37 x 75cm I spent three days waiting in the pouring rain for some sun, early the next day I was returning to Wellington. Right at the end of the last day there was light – just for an hour, but it was magic…..it was… Continue reading To love again.
When the heart Is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it; Let the wound lie open. Let the wind From the good old sea blow in To bathe the wound with salt, And let it sting Let a stray dog lick it, Let a bird lean in the hole and sing A simple… Continue reading When the Heart