Guess this’ll be my final painting for 2010.
It’s about water and light but I suspect, too, that its existence has something to do with my visit to The British Tate and Turner’s exhibition there. Probably.
Hope it doesn’t last though, gotta get over those mountains and snow chains are dangerous.
This is a new painting inspired by a visit to the Tate a few weeks back. Turner struggled with his paintings and so I thought I’d do the same. This one was a fight
Not much different form what’s going on outside. Minus 3 and the stuff is settling ominously.
This one's about the cave of the Sibilla in the mountains just above my studio in Le Marche. Chock full of magic it is up there and what's more you can find meteorites the size of golf balls lying around.
I wonder why that is? Magnetism perhaps. Hmm
After a couple of months really boring myself with repetitive stuff, this painting popped out yesterday and blew me out of a rut. Thank you painting. It is a memory I guess about ranging over a Nevada desert with Jack, with patches of light everywhere but having no way to place them in time and space. Searing heat in the daytime and minus 20 at night. I miss all that stuff, goddamit I do.
My photographs are not just photographs.
Now that’s an amazing statement Mice!
Yes, and somewhat simplistic, I know, I know.
Let me put it this way. They are a sort of external hard disc of my mind and I can shut my eyes and summon up every painting and photograph that I have ever created.
And what is more…
Yes Yes Yes ?
If I had never created them, my life would not be as it is now.
Whoa!. Heavy stuff!
Not really no. You see, what we create, what we create beyond ourselves, enriches us.
Let me give an example.
I was at the Printer’s this morning in Tolentino printing this image, testing again the limit of Mauro’s patience (he my print expert on RAW and Nikon imaging programme) And I asked him about a course he’d just finished on master printing. Cheekily I asked him if they ever, in these classes, talked about the experience, the actuality, of taking photographs. He span around at me in his swivel chair and said ‘Look, the first thing we are always told in these classes, is that the image you take is what is of supreme importance. It starts here. And to never attempt to work on an image that isn’t good, your best’
So this image above, for me, is about that instance of recognition, where you feel yourself part of what you are photographing. Where duality dissolves ;where you absorb the trees as they themselves absorb the first moister from their roots as winter releases then tenderly from its grip.
And now that creation is part of me; the trees, the dampness, the mist, the sky.
And that’s what is so marvelous about the medium.
Though I’d thought of everything; catering, leaders, materials, wine, biscuits. But a volcano! a volcano! Would you ever have imagined it?
It meant we lost five wondrous people from UK whose flight was cancelled at the last moment. It made for a sad start but we held a wine and biscuit ritual to mourn their absence and we soon recovered. A near thing though. So there we were, a bunch of 13 of us.
The general theme was ‘This moment of NOW’ where we learned that being present in the NOW is a gateway to creativity and life adventuring; where creativity awaits us and where the voyage towards its very heart begins
The above image is from the story writing part of the weekend, although you would never guess it would you?
And this part is called ’Painting attack’
So this was a voyage into the NOW, the present.
And now you are itching to know what our next workshop is about, aren’t you? Well, it’s a journey into past, present and future; how the one fuses with the other to form what we are, how we pattern our lives.
Maria collects treasures from the past; Italian customs, culture, cuisine and saves them in her Magic Box to share with you. Mice takes you into the NOW of creativity on a wondrous voyage of self discovery and Ant into the Future where you design a Planet worth living in for yourself and your love ones.
It’s June 11 to 14 in the beautiful agritourism of I Cigni in Le Marche, Italy, on the edge of the sparkling Adriatic Sea.
OK, what’s this?
Look, you’re not gonna guess, so I’ll tell you. It’s a meteorite, found on the mountain this Sunday when we trekked up Mt Amandola with our CAI group (Club Alpini Italia) and were rewarded with a the most spectacular views across the hilltop towns of Le Marche to the sea, as well as a meteorite. Isn’t that marvellous though? To find a meteorite? We climbed to about 2000m,
……….ate a banana and a packet of crisps (classic) and rested awhile on one of the peaks before climbing down slowly to the trattoria where we’d left our cars. Then a long and dozy lunch. And the day before I was at the sea spending the morning costing our June workshop with Patrizia the owner of I Cigni, . It was almost tropical in comparison.
This part of Le Marche is where the mountains pushed towards the sea millions of years ago. In fact a great part of the sea was itself thrust up trapping a species of red shrimp in what is now a glacial lake (Lago di Pilato) in the process. Red shrimps and meteorites.
So, lucky we are, to have the mountains and the sea within a short driving distance of each other.
So, here’s an idea. Spend a fantastic weekend on our workshop and spend the rest of the week touring this beautiful area; even go meteorite hunting up in the Sibillini mountains. You’ll find one, you will, with a bit of guidance.
Why a stone?
Well. it happened like this..
I was organising a creativity workshop with my beloved TigerEagles in Chamonix, France.
I needed to prepare a visualisation for the feathery, furry creatures and for inspiration took myself down to the river
below the Chalet where we were staying.
And there they were, waiting like huge eggs in a Eagle’s nest; washed down from Mont Blanc over the millennia
and seemingly just waiting for my arrival (or so he would like to think, I hear you whisper).
That night before the workshop was full of glistening stars; and there it was, or there they were.
I painted seven stars in memory of the voyage of Isis and the group did the same (after many a trick and game)
And mine is sitting before me now as I write.
Wanna see it?
Like a star of your own? wanna know how to get one?
Maybe we’ll let you in on the secret place where you can find your own.
It’s a pilgrimage though.