Stag in a Church

Cernunnos conducting an inspection of the peculiar facilities that popped up when he was sleeping... France, Eglise Saint Eustache. Credit goes to: Chambord, filming on 23 july 2014.

Creation Myths and Creating

"The Incubation of Self"   Oil

"The Incubation of Self"   Oil

 

Called "Incubation of the Self", this painting emerged in two phases. The first was the nest and egg but something felt incomplete and I let the painting sit for a month or so. What was apparently wanting was the bird, but not just any bird, but a sturdy life-giving heavy-billed bird that was incubating a human. 

 Sometimes you just don't know what wants to come out into a painting.

Interestingly it was not until I was reading "Creation Myths by Marie-Louise Von Franz" that I realized that many birds are involved with the creation of the human. The Raven plays a large part in one of the Inuit myths wherein a Raven-like being plants seeds and out from a pod emerges a human. With him is a little sparrow who existed before Raven came into existence. (This sparrow does not figure in this painting but perhaps he will show up in a future painting? It might be fun to do the Raven and Sparrow myth in a painting.)

Father Raven went about and planted herbs and flowers. He discovered some pods and he looked at them and opened one, and a human being popped out of it- beautiful and completely grown, and the Raven was so bewildered that he threw his bird mask back, and through his bewilderment he became a human being again himself.  Marie-Louise Von Franz. Creation Myths, pg. 32.

I love how Raven is part human himself and unconsciously giving creation to the human race. My bird, although clearly not a raven, also somehow has the ability to generate the human being. I always find it a mystery as to what comes about in a painting process although perhaps not surprising as Von Franz says:

It is sometimes revealed very clearly to us that creation myths represent unconscious and preconscious processes which describe not the origin or our cosmos, but the origin of man's conscious awareness of the world. This means that before I become consciously aware of the world as a whole, or part of my surroundings, a lot happens in my unconscious. Ibid. pg.5.

So it is all happening in my unconscious before I am aware of it and thus always surprised as an artist as to what emerges on the canvas. It is always fun to expect the unexpected.

A trip far away...

Time flies...and definitely time for an update and to post a few pics from my trip to Peru.  We headed up north from Lima, along the very dry coast and turned into the interior, rising from sea-level to about 12 500 feet. Staying at various places along the way, we explored old temples, spent some nights under the stars, met up with old friends and made new ones.

 

The extremely beautiful desert temple complex structure of Caral - the Temple of Fire.

On one of our many 8hr road trips, we stopped to stretch our legs with Cordillera Blanca watching over us. Maryanne. Jhaimy.

Lake Chinancocha ( also called Lagunas de Llanganuco), nestling between two mighty mountains; Huarascan (22,205 ft) and Huandoy, the second tallest peak in the Cordillera Blanca.

Strolling in a quiet town, we came across these two old friends. You could tell they had been together their whole lives. We stood about chatting. Funny how that happens... we hardly knew any Spanish and they but two or three words of English and yet we managed to cover all the important things of where to get the best empanadas, who was married and who was dating and how come we weren't cold in such a high altitude.

We all agreed leg-warmers were the way to go.

Getting the job done... a tailor in a high mountain town.

This couple ran a charming hostel and were old as time. We felt out-of-sync; high energy city people that were always coming and going. They sat in the sun and watched the cats and chickens, gave advice and generally held it all down like mountains in a landscape, while we whirled around like flies.  I have no idea what they thought of us, but no doubt memories of us will keep them amused for months to come.

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Kitties only. No chickens allowed.

I would be remiss if I did not comment on the absolute charm of Peruvian dogs. They have the best personalities as they are not coddled like North American dogs. They will sit with you if they choose to. They will ask for a pet and and companionship if they are in the mood. Mostly they are doing dog stuff and give you a little hi on their way to doing whatever needs to be done.

Case in point... this dog was busy sunning herself in a busy Lima sidewalk intersection. She was so fast asleep she groggily came to only to give me some sleepy eyes. Crazy gringo, can't you see I'm asleep? Her owner, who ran a shop on the corner, was equally amused at me chatting away to her dog.

Sunset next to a temple/tomb. Sunrise clouds. Sunrise on Maryanne (on the way home.)

While I was away...

 good things happened! I discovered that the painting, "What was Given; the Monk and the Whale" had found a home. I always wondered when it was going to leave the gallery. Many people were looking and commenting... and then... there it went!

I enjoy the story-telling aspect of this painting. There is a definite conversation happening between these two very gentle souls. The beautiful feeling comes from not knowing who is giving and who receiving. And what is it that they are receiving? Words? Songs? Wisdom? Presence?

I do not know... I'm just the painter.