Bleeding hearts, sprigs of sweet scented lilac and Solomon’s seal… The sensuality of flowers is hypnotic. Their passion enters through our eyes as they fan themselves wide open, asking the birds and the bees for pollination. They exude ethereal love as we gaze upon them, flaunting their naked ephemeral beauty. Bleeding hearts in springtime – wild yet refined like young beauties in the throes of their first love singing songs of longing with elegant grace and poignant sweetness…
A Headress for Titania, the Fairy Queen sits framed by lilacs and a hand beaded lilac shawl. The magic of irises is partly due to their amazing scent and partly their exquisite beauty.
My fantasy HATS … and Headdresses… Magical creations, each one is a small and unique work of art. Some are made entirely with natural elements and flowers like fairy wreaths Others are for city wear, weddings and special occasions. Created with love and and embellished with silk faux flowers, pearls and threads they are made to order and each is a a celebration of the joys of spring… a Chapeau Fantastique !
These images , ‘ Eyes of Thoth” and ” Golden Shakti “from my ” Painted Bodies” series were selected for the show opening this evening at Gallery 1313. They are very small limited editions, printed large, 20 by 30 inches on metallic paper, and look stunning.
The Cosmic Lovers join in celestial embrace in the Heavens, interlocking flames like two Dragons in love while kissing in the sky; their wings becoming one in their moment of passion. The Heavens alight, we traverse the milky snows of Embolic, electric with the proximity of Uranus, the cosmic lovers opening our wings with hope into Aquarian skies.
From the Celestial Hearts series, the two images above are both digitally manipulated photographs of paintings and available to order. The Golden Wing painting is 40 by 96 inches and is a duet composed of two canvasses.
Venus slips from Pisces to Aries… Her body is touched by flames as she rushes now, to meet her lover Mars, who calls to her.Venus is on fire and has no patience …she leaves the angel wings of Pisces behind, letting them drop like an unneeded costume. She feels her passion ignite and slips into the beckoning flames.
A new painting is flowing like music, as if pouring out of my hands and my heart. It is like a golden lake. A work in progress, soft coral clouds form a sky on the canvas, painted with layers of paint mixed in thin washes of time.Dull gold gleams as a base somewhere beneath the reds and creams. Placed there about ten years ago, like time trapped on canvas and preserved, glazes hold floating fragments of gold. Small fires and soft explosions are caught there forever like old loves that continue to smoulder; their beauty never dies, gold in our hearts. Venus is now fully in Chiron’s embrace. I feel them mingled together… the wise teacher and healer and the Goddess of beauty are meeting in the last sign of Pisces, the fully opened heart, yet they are restricted in their expression and flow by a square from Saturn. Love and compassion merge in their embrace like a joyous lake inviting us to swim in its magical waters healing our collective heart through gentleness. The square to Saturn in Sagittarius enables us now with the concerted effort to speak out, for our beliefs and collective truth – to have heart, the message of Venus in embrace with Chiron and in the realm of Neptune – the message of love.
Clouds of bright gold leaf are forming in the foreground. I see the changes coming in this beautiful inner sky that is unfolding before me and can manipulate them into what I wish to create – into a future reflection, my own inner sky. The canvas has been waiting for its completion patiently for years.Now marked by layers of time, a patina is giving its own gift of depth into the background that makes the foreground sing.
There is a certain degree of possession in painting… I must admit it. It cannot be denied, and is true of most art. The artist can become possessed; obsessed completely by his Muse. Once experienced, the artist seeks the same communion, hungering for the presence of the Muse, wanting to be once again hers, taken over, like an instrument. Once kissed fully on the lips by the Muse when she comes to him or her, the artist, singer or dancer is never the same. A divine elixir has been tasted. The desire for that sweet essence can become so keen and so subtly invasive that it takes over the human heart with a deep love and yearning. Perhaps this is the secret truth behind the passion of the artist…
the seduction of his Muse.