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Copyright 2017 Phoebe Thomasson
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Copyright 2017 Phoebe Thomasson
We can get lost in the woods
just like we get lost in ourselves
in our thoughts of future
in our regrets of past
in our longings
in our desires
and the dysfunctions of life.
But if we stop
just long enough
to listen to the silence
we may hear the guiding spirit
the still small voice
into it’s arms
waiting patiently in the moment
3rd Oct 2016
Yesterday was hard. Lots felt wrong. My friend Adam, didn’t feel like taking photos. We were all tired and slightly grumpy after another late Saturday of jamming excellent music. It was a glorious day; not to be missed and by four o’clock, I had rallied myself to capture the moment anyway, trusting that the spirit of kind positivity would bring us through.
We found a small camp in the woods and I set to painting my face with memories of my gigging days floating through. We got the last remaining rays of sunshine and I posed and made shapes in the shards of setting sunlight in the glade by the path. It somehow worked out, and then there is the uncanny sense, at least after the ‘event’ that everything went according to plan; as if you had one! The spontaneous plans are always the best!
It always amazes me how healing creative experiences can be. Once you have processed the shame and embarrassment of scaring passers by with your blacked out face, the thrill of the moment becomes more playful. ‘F**k It’ is our profane mantra in these moments. I’m not being bad. Just playful, irreverent, goodly dangerous to the status quo of holding and fear. The fear in our culture is all the more easy to see and feel when you are driving along looking like a coal miner back from work…. surreal!
Never mind the bollocks. The little shoot went well. I always have to overcome my fear of looking stupid or weird and I think it paid off in the end. I love the results and it illustrates the nature spirit of the woods as part of my Art Shaman theme of the present moment.
It’s all temporary anyway.
This is a super quick fun piece done for my own pleasure (aren’t they all?). I love the wild energy and the colors represent the incredible creative energy around me at the moment during Dorset Art Weeks 2016 and the inspiration I’m feeling to get on my horse and ride off in all directions at once!
A new abstract for the collection. “Boy” £330
Buy this painting here www.ptartworks.com shipped within the UK or internationally by arrangement.
View on Path
Are you turning your world upside down?
in order to live upwards
we must fall downwards
running off the canvas
of time and space
we must allow
ourselves to run
with gravity’s pull
and when we reach the edge
we must allow
ourselves to dry
on the beach of emptiness
as we dream at the borders
only to renew ourselves
by turning the canvas
When asked today in my Magic Mirror Challenge about the message I want to espouse, I am forced to think long and hard about it. There are so many pat answers I could give, but if I am living true to my word I want to go deeper than all the platitudes that have been already said.
If I could put this painting and it’s meaning into a message that would perhaps carry, and give new perspective it would be…
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I feel like I shouldn’t be this comfortable or confident;
I feel like my life is a wreck and I am doing everything wrong!
‘You are’ said the voice.
What do I do with That!? I ask myself (not wanting to fight).
You cannot fight it.
Right or wrong, I guess I want a phantom;
I want something I do not know.
I see things based on evidence and intuition.
So you could say that yes, I am day dreaming my future into being,
Where as others, are dreaming themselves into oblivion.
You ARE the gate keeper;
You can see things how ever you like,
But you only see the dreams of those who pass through your door.
It is time to dream your own dream.
If our ways are supposed to part, then it will be from your strong desire;
I have no desire to leave or destroy.
I seek only to build, repair and develop.
I seek only to know the future I have never experienced,
Not to repeat the pasts that I have.
I seek to make amends, to adapt and evolve.
I seek to expand upon what I have and keep for myself a stable base from which to spread my wings.
If you wish to be part of my world then visualize yourself there.
Do not leave your dreams in the grip of negative presuppositions.
You neither know the way, or can predict its results unless you dream the way yourself.
It is time to invest in your own dreams and stop merely holding the doors for others without passing through.
Don’t let life pass you by by grasping at it.
You must enter it.
You must leave all past behind and let it serve merely as a guide, not a beacon.
Your beacon should be your own dream
Not that of others.
Feb 15th 2016
Sometimes, things only strike you as obvious when you have been through a crisis and all your doors of perception are open.
How many times have we encountered ourselves and others as merely the gatekeepers to the dreams of others.
When are we going to finally own up to the individuality that sets us apart from everyone else on the planet and be courageous enough to embrace it fully.
I think I ask myself this every day.
I get stuck on the how’s but hey, I’m doing it, even though I haven’t a clue how.
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Art is my meditation
It anneals my soul
Enlivens my spirit
And informs my intellect
As to where I am
In my process
For that, really
Is all that matters;
The cessation of suffering
And the opening
Of the doors to Nirvana.
What you see here
Is the result of that process;
That striving towards
That release of pressure
And the relief of understanding.
Part of the growth process must involve self-analysis. The above prose poetry is what emerged when I analysed my relationship to my art and my creative process.
What it means to me is what drives me, and this is an important understanding for anyone looking to employ the techniques of disruption to their life, business, project or self development.
For more on Disruption and innovation see Whitney Johnson’s book “Disrupt Yourself“. I highly recommend it if you are looking for positive change in any area of your life.
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Tonight I hit the wall.
You know the one. The impenetrable bricks and mortar one, not the flimsy version that you can dissolve with a thought. No this is almost like hitting your mortality in the face.
I had to have a crazy scribble on the paper then run off to the loo for a little cry then escape for a coffee and a chat with Sarah.
Thank god I know what it’s all about. It’s almost certainly one symptom of burn out. I’ve been moving the house around, including the studio. I’ve also been watching other artist’s at work and simultaneously getting inspired and dejected.
The comparison game is deadly for sure.
My wall tonight was composed of the following elements:
…you get the picture. Not very inspiring stuff to have in your head. I really do have a lot to learn, and that’s ok. You never stop learning art. Same as life, no different, but I do know one thing; I am learning how to know when to stop and what to do when I’m stopped.
It’s such a relief to go “You know what. There is no pressure but my own here, I can get off whenever I want to. It’s supposed to be fun!”
And that’s where I started the night. With the intent to have fun. I did. I got to talk to fellow artists, and you know what? They all understood, in their own version, what I meant, what had happened and shared a little bit more.
That’s it in a nut shell really. Being vulnerable enough to let it out, let it out and let other’s in.
I never used to do that.
I have grown. I am happy with that.
what is all the fuss about? why are artists worth so much in some circles of life and worth so little in others?
the answer is quite clear. and it’s not remotely to do with some magical mysterious talent…though it helps.
it’s about love.
yeah. and this applies to us all. artists happen to be some of the first in line to feel the edge of evolution. we go out on a limb so to speak, and bring back the psychic bacon…the soul food for nourishment of all.
we are arbiters of change and flying shamans. we are cosy in our bubbles where we see the cosmic dance played out before our inner retinas.
we put our visions down, fresh from the universal soup into some kind of reason upon canvas with all manner of colours and textures.
and those of us who know how to allow ourselves to love this weird thing that we do, know how to thrive. we are juicy and full of life because we’ve invested in our spiritual connection.
an artists job is merely to remind you who you are.
you are all the paintings and beautiful sunsets throughout time.
you are the dew drop on petal and the cold glint on metal.
you are light and being beyond this physical appearance, mere density of vibration.
a painting then, is like a map. if it resonates with you then it is yours to cherish.
talk to the artist. she wants to serve you. she wants to enliven your world with the visions she incubates.
without you, her audience, there is no reason.
sat nam. (truth is my name.)
Through dreamy landscapes
And the sky
My spirit revels
In new found freedom
The barbed wire gone
No longer am I snagged
Upon the electric strands
That held me
For so long.