“Did the Canvas Smile Back?”
Did the canvas like what he was doing to it? Did it smile back to him – gratefully?
Did the canvas like what he was doing to it? Did it smile back to him – gratefully?
I photograph a tree, a shop – whatever. And ask if it's smiling back to me. Is it saying “Thank you” – as I am?
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
The more the viewer regards the painting as being Inspired, the greater will be its Emanation.
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.
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,
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?
Blake wrote of seeing “not with but through the eye.” And that is how I look at every sufferer. From my Deep Self through my eye, then into and through his eye to his Deep Self.
“[A] happy Abstract, known by all his Friends as the most innocent forgetter of his own Interests.” -- Blake writing of his young friend Johnny Johnson A happy Abstract – what a wonderful phrase for an
Of all the paintings and poetry I have ever examined, Blake's have by far the highest Life Energy, because of his devotion to the realm of the Spirit. As Catherine, his wife, said of him: “I