Ghosts in my dream

art, dreams, ghosts, hurricane, magic, magical realisim, natural disasters, night gallery, nuclear threat, Oil, painting, wicca

FullSizeRender 33.jpgI’ve been having strange dreams as of late. The political situation of the world is messy and hard and confusing. There is threat of nuclear war, major hurricanes are heading towards Florida, where I used to live. White supremacists  rise from the shadows and cry out to rally. And the summer has fled, and with it, comes the cool of winter, and the slow process of Samhain, the day of the dead. Once again, as winter sets in I wonder, where is humanity heading? So I focus on communicating with the ghosts, asking for them to show me the way…show me what I can do to change the course of where we are heading.

I think of myself as a medium- I can dream of ghosts. Walking through the vail of life and death, there are ancestors that guide the way. This painting was part of a show that focused on being a medium, what is was like. In my opinion, the world of the dead is vague and mysterious, it’s like swimming through murky waters. The subject of the painting looks at her hand, which is done in detail, while the rest is mysterious.

 

This painting is for sale on artfinder

 

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The White stag of winter

art, drawing, friendship, ghosts, wicca

I am working on inserting a woman riding a stag into my next landscape. The Stag is a sacred symbol in wicca, it’s a representative of the horned god who rules winter. I figure it will be the next instalment of my series of mystical landscapes. And part of my body of work that I need to accomplish.

I will make the stag white, because the Celts considered the stag messengers from the otherworld, and again the woman in the painting will be my red haired friend who lives on in my art.
Winter is slowly descending now, it’s definitely cooler, though I still feel comfortable in my office. I am finishing off my Samhain, but I think I will call it Siren of Samhain because that’s more appropriate. Considering there is a hidden siren in the work, or perhaps not so hidden. I wanted to illustrate the feeling of being underwater, of just coming out of the water.

There was a photographer’s display of art at Kit’s wake, in the art centre on the island, It showed women submerged in water. I think it inspired many of us. Sometimes when I connect with the dead it feels like I am swimming in murky water, and that creates fear because you never know what you will bump into when you are diving deep down into the depths of the unknown.

A work that someone else did, I won’t mention names also was inspired by this influence. He was a friend of Kit’s as well, and I saw how bereft he was. Ever notice the face that people make when they think no one is looking? Their true nature comes out in a flash, and then it’s gone again. I saw pure sorrow there in his eyes, and all I wanted to do was to comfort him. However, his painting was astounding, it depicted a woman submerged in deep water swimming to the surface. The water was burnt umber, which is how I see it in my head…the land of the dead.

L

Sketch of a woman riding a stag

Sketch of a woman riding a stag

What I need to change

art, diet, friendship, health, studio

I’ve settled down into my studio now and it’s a nice cozy place, I wonder if Kit would have appreciated the fact that Luna loves her carpet? It’s nice having so much room to myself. I inherited a lot of stuff from Kit, it’s sad that I have it, but it is nice that a piece of her is still kind of with me.

It’s a little cool down here but with the amount of hot flashes I get on a regular basis now, it’s kind of nice. Speaking of health, I really need to focus on my health and try to lose some weight. I’m battling stuff like arthritis and other things, and cancer runs in my family too. It’s time to be careful. I’m going to publish this journal because I don’t think I have a huge audience, so it’s not so bad.

Percy and I have started to run our own magical group. It feels good to do things on my own rather than running with a pack. Scary too, its’ so small and we are but a few people, so we don’t have that huge pack mentality. But it’s in it’s seed phase, and that too will pass.

I am working on a piece called Samhain, this holiday is ruled by the element of water. I’ve taken a page from Rembrant’s book and I’ adding Kit into my paintings. I found out that the last thing she thought of was her mother, or perhaps the Goddess, or both. Sometimes I wonder if she really thought about me, or how I would feel or if I really mattered. For all those feelings I feel for her…but I would like to think that she did care about me. She is in that “classroom in the sky” as a wise teacher of mine said, and there is nothing I can do for her. I did ask the Angel Michael to watch over her, and when I did that, I shivered, and I know that means that what I said was heard in the spirit world.

Today, thankfully I don’t have to work till 5pm, so my painting clothes shall be donned and I’ll tackle the reeds in this painting of mine. I’ll put on some music, do some yoga inbetween and track my food.

Yesterday was a bad day, after a few good days, I ate some junk late at night. Cheese popcorn. I even woke up Percy, he asked me if I was “typing while watching TV.” Sadly, no, I was munching. The tv show was drivel too, the writing and acting, second rate. I am trying to cut down the garbage in my life. Too much social media…i.e. Facebook, too much stupid tv too much junk food.

When I come home, I should pour myself some wine, pull out a good book and just read? What about non fiction? Or how about drawing? Lets do that tonight.

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Crossroads

art, choices, drawing, ghosts, santeria

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The crossroads is a funny place. A magical place, a place of choices. We always have to choose, even no choice is a conscience choice.

I drew Elegba at the crossroads. In Santeria, Elegba guards the crossroads of life, he kind of helps you out, or not. He could trick you, and even confuse you more.

I am working out what this means.

The door behind Elegba is the door which leads us to a new place, but Elegba is the keeper of the key.

I once had a vivid dream about a far off door in a dark room, I was flying towards it, in my dream but each time I’d hit it, I’d bounce back into darkness. Behind the door, was light.

This was around the time that I could sense things: That good or bad was coming and I would dream about ghosts. I thought I was crazy, but I have found out that all mediums walk the fine line of crazy and not,because we can hold our breath and dive into that strange world that is not our own.

L