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Birds and Bees, if you please.

It is a beautiful morning here, as summer is chomping at the bit to be made official. I stepped outside in the early morning light, as the critters are starting on with their daily work. I checked underneath the lid of our toll storage bin, where yesterday I had covered and removed two hornet’s nests, and as I suspected, there was another. I will remove it soon, and move it to a more out of the way spot, even if less gently than I might if not wanting to get away from the angry critters as soon as possible. But, I give them a chance.

I am grateful that they eat bugs and worms that can destroy gardens, appreciative of their pollinating abilities, and, am even fond of their beauty and grace.  They have not bothered us, and even then I would be loath to kill them. Why? Is it not a gift of consciousness that we can look at these creatures, menacing in the pain they can cause us, and still see enterprising and amazing living things, who build elaborate homes from dirt and debris, and collectively feed and nature their young, and who elegantly move from flower to flower in a weave with wind and light? I feel more connected to live and love since I have stopped the casual or unconscious killing of anything.

As I turned around from the hornet’s nest, I saw, and certainly heard, a few or more fat black bumblebees, with small golden vests, working a tall and lovely flowering plant behind the house. My eyes immediately went to their legs, and sure enough, each had boots of bright red/vermillion pollen. I recalled a time, years ago when I was working as a beekeeper, seeing a bee with a parfait of violet and red pollen on its legs, and thinking it one of the most beautiful things I was lucky enough to have seen. They were a sight from a fantasy, theses buzzing and bouncing black bumblebee buddies, going about their business in a suit of black yellow and red.

Then, one of them removed itself from its labors on the flowers and flew towards me, buzzing threateningly back and forth in front of me for a moment and then returning to the flowers. It had all the menace of a playful kitten, and I was happy it took the time to notice me, though I became self-conscious of how my presence would affect their business, which I had no interest in disrupting. While I did get closer to some of the unoccupied flowers at one point, I was more alert about not disturbing them. Then, two flew past me in more or less a straight line and I realized I might be in their flight pattern home, so I moved away.

While looking at the legs of the bees, however, I had taken time to really admire the little white flowers that the critters were romping upon. I acknowledged that it was the bees that brought my attention to these flowers, and that I had not yet really taken the time to look at and appreciate them. Surrounded by small, arced white petals was a magenta center, almost fluffy and hair like. The color bold and magnificent against the white. Sprouting up from the dancing purple center were 6 or so bright orange/red/ fire-like stamen, again a contrast to the petals and the center. I marveled at these little color-verses, with small bits of bright green accenting further the harmony of contrasts. I am grateful to the bees for leading my mind and eyes to the flowers, even in my awareness that I did not think earlier to admire them.

All the while, birds are singing in the sun and letting the morning sound off fill the air. I was scarcely aware of it accept for that it filled my, and my awareness, with a natural comfort. At times, I marked out to the bird song, sort of waking up to it through my other reflections. There are many birds around our house, goldfinches and robins and crows, jays, sparkling starlings, chickadees, and more. Knowing that the bigger birds will terrorize and even eat the smaller birds does sadden the tune of the song, and sometimes make me wonder if in their cacophony are melodies of loss.

So many living things waking up and loving the sun. A squirrel rattled the fence as he hopped along the top of it. Mason bees, shiny yet unassuming, jaggedly flitting about the flora, countless little things whisping about. It wasn’t until I heard the clinging of dishware and then a sweeping broom that the other sounds of the morning slipped into my conscious perception of the natural symphony. I then heard cars from the nearby throughway, horn, though scant, and other sounds of machine and man. The colors did not fade any, the flowers did not fade and the insects did not droop away, but nonetheless I stirred, and came inside.

I have trouble with mornings sometimes, being inclined to the muses of night’s serenity. But this was a vibrant reminder that there is great inspiration in the early risings of nature even in the groggy eyes of a natural night owl. And again I am grateful for the morning, the day, and the beauty of Life.

Edit – I just moved the third hornet’s nest from under the lid of the storage bin. I think one of them may have been injured or worse in the transition. In the act, the critter seemed to get caught between the container and the cardboard I used to do the job. It happened very fast and I seemed unable to be able to prevent it. I am very sorry that I did any damage to the individual hornet or the collective. Is it so wrong that they have a quiet dark place to exist such as the storage bin? And yet, life. It has death in it, unavoidably. I nonetheless feel that if we do take time to acknowledge it, even in the cruder forms of life, and not be so dismissive and callous towards other things, it may open avenues of both spirit and imagination that could greater connect human life to the rest of life on this planet and even elsewhere…

 

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A thought about Tyranutopias

I am listening to Huxley’s Brave New World while painting this afternoon and was compelled to stop and comment on dystopic visions. I for one often project hopes and mental constructions of utopia, a place where there is little dissention and disorder, rampant happiness and freedom of consciousness. But in all of mysterious ponderings of how any of these possibly positive evolutions of human existence I have to remember the variable that makes it so difficult, what also renders any tyranny based utopias inherently and perpetually disastrous, is that humans need free will. We need options, choices, and cannot, ultimately, be forced by other people into anything. Any attempt to indoctrinate through mandates and absolutes, without the consideration of each and every individual consciousness, even if benevolently intended and practiced, is counterintuitive to the nature of consciousness itself.

However, it does not mean that we are helpless to enact large social change aimed towards individual growth and social harmony together. Peaceful influence, patience, understanding, forgiveness. If humanity is meant to flourish beyond the tyrannies that keep a tiny percent clinging for dear life to hoarding the world’s resources, we need to do so be encouraging as much good behavior and lifestyle choices as possible, and by treating those who could be perceived as our enemies with love. If we use tyranny and violence against the tyrannical and violent we are not changing anything, we are just continuing the cycle which has damned the human legacy.

We can envision a distant utopia where children are raised collectively and indoctrinated with codes and mores but in a way that fosters each child’s connection to consciousness. To make a direct reference to Brave New World, instead of playing hateful and suggestive stimuli to children while they sleep, why not discover the stimuli which most positively and un-invasively stimulates their sleep and dreams? Maybe the evolution and even assimilation of people into a harmonized symbiotic organism comes from a greater connection to the subconscious and dream realms.

Maybe, instead of worrying about classes and segregation, we can give all children a collective chance and nurture each of them in to their best selves while they develop.  I believe in Utopia, but I also believe it as an aspiration, a lifestyle. The ends do not justify the means, they are the means. Freedom via murder is murder. Freedom via freedom is freedom. Ok, enough of this for now. Thanks, Aldus…

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Insect Friends

I have a half dozen or so medium-sized ants living in my studio kitchenette area. I never see much more than that many at a time. One or two are regularly there. I can’t say that I have watched or analyze their patterns, but I do notice some of the places they like to go especially the sink. It makes me think that they might be water gatherers. If they are anything like honey bees, they would be older members of the colony. I don’t know if there are any rogue ants, just hanging out and getting by. I don’t leave much food out if any but tea and spirits. They come around, check things out, hang in the sink, and seem to get out of the way when I turn the faucet on. I haven’t killed any of them. I see no reason why.

A few years ago, during my first experience in the summer of St. Paul Island Alaska, I had an awakening regarding our insect relatives which we are bound to in life like it or not. There are lots and lots of flies on St. Paul Island in the summer, and there are a handful of different kinds, at least at first glance. They seem to have slightly different characteristics and personalities, perhaps not unlike the flies here in the lower 48 but with seemingly pronounced features. The bigger flies are especially docile and sluggish; the little ones are especially jittery. But they’re all friendly, they seem to have a very different relationship with our species. I began to really appreciate the flies that came into my room. One night, I left the window open and forgot about it and the next day there were a fair few friend flies. I ushered many of them out of the room for their own benefit. I still lived with some, they didn’t get in my way, they didn’t bother me, their buzzing became almost hypnotic and therapeutic.

I’ve really started appreciating the wonderful mechanism of this life force. Of this this species and subspecies, this set of life beings that have existed for millions and millions of years and continue to find ways to flourish on all corners of the planet. I was very affected by the idea of how nonchalant we as humans are about killing these creatures. We set traps, we dedicate a fair amount of attention to their murder and destruction. They keep coming back, they never seem to be very affected by our attempts to eradicate them from our immediate existence. When I didn’t have the window open, while there were a flyer to that were in the room, there was never hundreds. The ants that I enjoy in my studio now, it’s been months and there have not been hundreds, there haven’t even been dozens. There can be a balance there; I respect them, they don’t get in my way and I can appreciate them enough to not allow just the fact that they’re alive and trying to stay alive to negatively affect my life, to raise a call to arms against a fellow living being.

It has been four years since I have wantonly killed the fly. Not sure about ants but surely I haven’t wantonly killed anything in months. Maybe longer. There may be mosquitoes or whatnot not but the truth is, I would rather be conscious and try to let things live. I don’t want to get bitten by mosquitoes, they have exhibited some risk of carrying illnesses that could be damaging and deadly. We don’t know if they carry stuff that actually is helpful or beneficial to us and I don’t think we’ve studied it in that way, we may benefit from that.

I don’t know if we took steps towards less killing of insects if they would find a balance and equilibrium with us like they seem to in my rooms in Alaska and my studio here, even in our house. It’s rational to think that there could be a catastrophic boom in life that ends up being quite a significant hindrance to our own existence at least as we know it. That’s not necessarily a fact. Insects have coexisted with other life not as the dominant form but as the persistent workhorses of nature for hundreds of millions of years. It is no small amount of power, of energy, of life force inherent in the creatures we encounter today. Who’s to say that there isn’t a greater consciousness guiding them through their own generations of life?

I have no doubt that this is interwoven with my approach to painting in its interconnected layers and trying to make everything even annoyances work. There are bugs in my paintings. There are literally insects sometimes that fly into them, sorry guys. But there are pieces of dirt and little things that fly around, specks and this and that that get in there and get in the way and become nuisances and there’s that similarity, but even those in the paintings I will use or allow in and work with its as elements of the painting universe. There is a similar approach. I do not allow them to dismantle my compositional discourse or my life as an Artist. Now if only interacting with all people were as fundamentally simple as interacting with insects.

There is always hope for all of us to see places in our lives where we can take steps towards a greater global harmony and take those steps one at a time. I love the relationship that I have developed with insects. I love saving spiders, though I don’t like scaring them. I’m trying to learn how to deal with that when trying to get them outside. I rather enjoy occasionally herding  flies, ushering them out of the room, and I a skill that I think I might be apt to develop more. In these acts of acknowledgment of life within these other beings I think we can develop a much stronger connection to each other. It may help build  a greater empathy not only to individual suffering but to our collective cause as a conscious life force and a species with the responsibility of planetary custodianship.

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Art and Field Theory

A few thoughts on how color from an Artists perspective relates to color from a Scientists’ perspective. I have been listening to various lectures on quantum physics recently. I have been working to use some of its mechanics to explain how color on a canvas interacts with other colors on the canvas. I was intrigued to learn that they use a chromatic metaphor to describe the interaction of quarks within a proton or neutron, using the idea that within the way we perceive physical interactions would make quark interactions impossible unless they acted like colored lights do , red green and blue, to essentially cancel each other out and make white light.

So basically, I think, even at the subatomic level quarks form larger particles because of a principle of color mixing. I am no scientist, but the bare bones idea indicates to me as an Artist that there are greater implications yet to the world of color and color interactions, even on subatomic and infinitesimal levels, and we only chip the iceberg when we look at the obvious or surface interactions of color and form.

Another avenue of intrigue that came from the basics of field theory came from explaining existence as a liquid like fiend in which ripples sometimes merge to form particles which merge to form atoms which merge to form everything, all fluid parts of a rippling reality. Or something like that. Beyond the spiritual or metaphysical reflection on this principle, what it means as a way to explain color mixing could change how artists look at color and form by.

Let’s take a white canvas and call it the known universe, a field of reality in which all other realities exist. And then there is a ripple, the form of your making a mark on the canvas, and know the filed has globbed up a little and formed a particle. That particle is now the lone glob on an otherwise seemingly ripple-less universe, or is it? I contend that the red glob, interacting within its own field of existence with the field of the canvas, is generating other globs, fields of color, which our eye picks up on even if we have not physically added more color fields.

When you see a red blob on a white canvas, you are seeing an interaction of fields that generates energy, and that energy is interpreted by the eyes as optical color vibrations. You see pinks, basically. And where that red blob is placed on the canvas matters, the gravity of the white universe changes in our perception of it as the glob or globs move around within it. While we are well aware of how color reacts optically and changes with composition. seeing color interactions as real things, physical fields of space, can alter and broaden our explorations of  Art.

This is essentially the basis of composition, I think. And the more you add, the next stroke of blue, for example, the more the fields interact creating exponentially more fields taken in by the observing consciousness. We sense some of these fields as emotions, and within the interaction of these fields is the reason color and Art move us so. If we then continue to layer, and add fields, the universe begins to ripple with a life that is ripe for the possibilities of “intelligent design” and I believe that it is within composing these ever increasing field interactions beyond the surface of a preconceived idea or image, we can find new dimension in which to interact within this expanding universe. This does not happen at the expense of representation, it can be used to evolve representation. The colors covered by other colors are still interacting in the field of existence and do so even as they are used to garner the larger scope of the composition.

The idea of fields and quantum physics serves to highlight the constants we know about Art, the power of interacting colors and forms. By expanding our scope of color interactions themselves with further depth than our predecessors, we can contribute to the greater cause of Art the way quantum physics does to the greater cause of Science.

 

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Clouds

I had a nice moment looking at the clouds today, which is something worth doing daily. Clouds are our water supply, its easy to take that for granted. I was able to see their fluidity today, their spiral movements, whirling dervishes in the far up sky. They flow with the wind like a current, and make eddies and whirl against the current, like water in a river. Some are like rivers in the sky, others like lakes or streams or jets or stream or mist, veils of grey, and all of those bodies of water can work in and out of each other in the vast space of the atmosphere. swirling and spiraling on in and out of each other on their quest to keep the Earth blue. Its good to appreciate the importance of clouds by losing yourself in them from time to time…

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Simple Beauty

The sun was out today in proper spring fashion and it brought out the great simple beauty we have all around us. I spent most of the day inside painting, but I did a couple of jobs outside and even in those few moments the nature of nature, so to speak, was apparent and abundant in the warm light. The flowers were active, the grass, swaying and slowly growing. The birds were rocking it all day, what it would be to know the meaning of their songs the way they do! So many things open their eyes when the green finally sets itself into play for summer.

As a painter, I am drawn to the contrasts of color through composition that can be employed while observing any aspect of reality. It is a theory, maybe, that every visual point of view has the capacity for profound composition. Within every grouping of grass and dirt and every passing cloud pattern, every leaf on each branch, an Artist can find moments and rhythms to form a view beyond the sum of its parts. It is a great distinction between Art inspired by nature and nature itself.

Abstract Art is always connected to nature in that nature has color and form and so does abstract painting, and by color and form I include non-color and non-form. Perhaps it is my exuberance for the power of color so brilliantly displayed in the sunny spring, perhaps I am generalizing from my own perspective, but the color of nature, pure and brilliant, must exist somewhere in the subconscious of every Artist. Even an Artist whose nature is a concrete city must see some greens growing, clouds and dark sky goings-on, nature’s color is there.

I am grateful for the colors of nature even seen from my humble yard and the surrounding trees and flora. I encourage others to try to see little perfect moments of composition or of simple beauty in whatever nature is available. There is always something there to witness and be thankful for…

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General thoughts

Writings and Reflections

Thank you for taking time to read my some of my thoughts on Art, and in large part, Life. There is so much to share, and it can be a challenge to do so. Writing is something I have sensed as an integral part of the mission and am grateful to have this forum.

*Opening thoughts*

At work on Aquatic Mural 1

Art has gone through so many evolutions, and has somehow embedded itself, however varied in interpretation, to probably every human. My mission is not to illustrate ideas or “things” so much as to explore what paint does when it is seen as an organism rather than as a means to an end. I see great possibilities in composing through layers, often allowing paint’s gobbed thickness to build into “sculpture,” though not quite.  I approach color and space as a painter.

One thing I am exploring in the work is the idea that as 2D painting has acted as a portal to the 3D world, so might 3D painting act as a portal to the 4D world. The concepts found here-in can offer a cosmos of possibilities for painters and visual explorers.

While not my only focus, 3D painting does offer a number of Artistic possibilities not found in the usual approaches. One example I like to use is this: We know that mixing yellow and blue make green. We also know, largely from the Impressionists and Post-Impressionists, that painting a yellow dot next to a blue dot, and the many variables there-in, will also make greens. What about, then, a yellow two inches in front of a blue, three inches in front of another yellow? What kind of optical discoveries can this lead to? This type of painting creates situations where parallax views matter for the scope of the composition.

Art and Science have paralleled each other since before history. Discoveries in both seem to explode out of certain epochs, such as the Renaissance. I do not believe, however, that Art has caught up to the Space Age yet. We have not yet looked at paint and surface the way the Hubble has looked at the universe. I hope my work helps others to explore the next level of Art this way. And I dream that others with a more scientific mind become curious about the possibilities found from exploring color in space.

I envision many entities coming together to form a larger social harmony, as I have learned happens in painting.  Through painting, I learn much about the harmony of entities, existing in a space. I believe in working towards sustainable social harmony and love beyond borders, sharing with others as we each walk our roads.