“Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you’re just a reflection of him?” ~ Bill Waterson
The word reflection was occasionally ruminating in my quiet thoughts throughout the day, eventually nudging me to open my small Collins Gem English Dictionary to define the word’s meaning.
Reflect (v): throw back, esp. rays of light, heat, etc.; form an image of; show; consider at length; bring credit or discredit upon.
Reflection (n): image of an object given back by a mirror etc.
I sit pondering why this word and wonder what is truly being shown and what is it mirroring and giving back?
Do I consider at length, and form an image looking back at me or do I see the return of rays of light?
A lot to reflect on I would say!
Mr. Google says: the throwing back by a body or surface of light, heat or sound, without absorbing it.
Without absorbing it!
Now this is an aspect I had not considered at length. Read More
An invitation arrives in my Facebook inbox on 17th January asking if I would like to join a group of female artists participating in an art exhibition in a funky new gallery located in a city seven hours away by bus.
My hearts sings with excitement. This will be my first time to exhibit in an actual gallery. The distance to travel is seen as an adventure and the creative juices are ignited
Staring down at the blank white canvas, I feel moved to apply black paint. ‘No you need colour’ the doubting mind protests – the title of the exhibition is Feminine Wash. It ‘needs to look clean and fresh.’
Ignoring my first intuitive impulses, I allow the mind to take control, applying the paint thinking about colour, shape and texture, but nothing feels good any more. Layer upon layer of paint – I am not happy with the progress but keep telling myself ‘it’s not finished yet, another coat will do it.’
My greatest fan, weightiest critic and also my best friend and partner walks into the room and says bluntly “That is so ugly!” referring to my work in progress. Deep down in my gut I know he speaks the truth. The painting is dead. It has no “Life Force”. Read More
Note: This blog is written by guest writer Ra’z Salvarita.
“Happiness multiplies to infinity.”
June 2014 : One round circle – a mandala composed of more than 60 courageous souls – teachers and health workers identifying themselves as ‘survivors’ of the super typhoon Yolanda (international code name Haiyan) – – one of the strongest tropical cyclones ever recorded in history and had its first landfall in the middle of the Philippines. And while in the circle, each one had their right hand on their heart center while the left hand placed palm-to-palm with their partners; both tuning in to the flow of breath and extending joy and healing to one self and the other; and extending the same within the circle, then to the whole island, and on to the greater expanse of the planet. Read More
Every dot creates a constellation of discovery uncovered through the field of deep radical inquiry within one’s self. It is how the strength of the new series of works by Australian contemporary abstractionist, Elle Divine, embody a certain gravitational pull in the sense of experiencing the layering process of her works and the inter-marriage of the ‘spirit’ of indigenous art and the innovative medium of digital photography.
The channelling of inspiration starts with a single dot. The mapping of ‘herstory’ starts the same.
“Mapping the history of Herstory” is the jump-off point for Elle Divine’s first solo art exhibition in the Philippines that is currently on-going at Kri – a restaurant and a dedicated art space owned by Ritchie and Iris Armogenia (an artist herself) in Dumaguete City. Read More