As far as I can remember I’ve always been drawn to Folk tales, the unseen & the unknown. This has naturally led me, throughout the years, to a spiritual path involving soil, plants, lore, the Otherworlds & the “Other Crowd”. I yearn for Magic, and each time I need to recharge my batteries I naturally turn back to my roots: teas, books, legends & art.
It’s been more than 10 years since I’ve drawn or painted anything (at least anything worthwhile in my eyes). I’ve been trying to find the thing that makes me tick, the art medium or form that works for me…There is much beauty in the natural world and in people: colors, shapes, textures, patterns,…etc. And yet: it doesn’t inspire me more than that. It doesn’t make me vibrate. I need Magic to fully come to life, and Magic I can only find in the inner realms of my mind or by looking beyond the veil.
I’m not talking about Tinkerbells and sparkly unicorns. Nature has its own set of rules and the peoples who dwell in the various realms beyond our limited eyesight live according to these natural laws. They can be kind or harsh, helpful or tricksters. I have no problem with that, our own realm isn’t all black and white, there are many shades of greys…And my comfort zone begins where most people’s comfort zone usually ends…
With my paints, pencils & brushes, as well as my inner compass, I am on a journey that will ultimately lead me home…But not now for there is much that I still to do, and Robert Frost’s words come to mind once again: