Facets of a Diamond – Blog

  • September 11, 2010

    Blake’s Creativity comes more from his Deep Unconscious, that’s why his work is more loving.

  • September 9, 2010

    What unconscious does the artist bring into conscious expression?

    The superficial – with always some hate, often more than the love,
    or the Deep Unconscious of Pure, Pure Love?

    In a sense, it all depends on meditation. Did he, does he, meditate? And what Guidance does he receive from it?

    It does not have to be meditation in

  • September 8, 2010

    To make the unconscious conscious is the role of all creativity. And the creativity is capitalized – Creativity – when it comes not from the merely superficial unconscious, but from the Deep Unconscious, the Soul.

  • September 7, 2010

    Did the canvas like what he was doing to it?
    Did it smile back to him – gratefully?

  • September 6, 2010

    I photograph a tree, a shop – whatever.
    And ask if it’s smiling back to me.
    Is it saying “Thank you” – as I am?

  • September 5, 2010

    Artists often declare that their work comes from their unconscious. That’s an ego-proclamation, of which they are proud.

    But, unlike them, there are painters – never artists – who are led to believe that the work seemingly by them is really merely through them. And they bow before it in

  • September 4, 2010

    The more the viewer regards the painting as being Inspired, the greater will be its Emanation.

  • September 3, 2010

    A healer can’t be an author-type, for then his primary purpose would be his self-promotion.

    I call him not a healer, but a dealer.

  • September 2, 2010

    I do some drippings and flingings which vaguely – very vaguely – resemble Jackson Pollock’s.

    One of our many differences is that I leave considerable space, whereas he fills every inch of his canvas. Too much, I think. No plains, all mountains. Nowhere to relax and breathe.

    Every inch is filled – is wondrously full, but there

  • September 1, 2010

    Blake was constrained by time and place to be a miniaturist. What would he have done as a Pollock – his hand as free as his Spirit?