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Intuitions before Dreaming (I)

If music was born out of grief, painting was born of transience within an immortal universe. Painting is the charmed presence of what will no longer be there. An enchanted absence, a visible dream, a parallel universe, defying death, underlining life's brevity.

Painting is the meaning of humanity in a visible moment. It is the parable without text, the mystery without ritual. Painting is a hint of the intuition of the gods. It is spying on an immortal pageant. It is seeing the compressed history of humanity through the camera obscura of heaven. It is the frozen music of time's justice and injustice… It is the secret history of light, the psychodrama of colour, the moment in a mind, the moment in a song.

Painting is what those in the Underworld remember. It is how the dead dream. It is how the enigma of time manifests itself on the cyclorama of matter. Painting is the magic riddle of mortality. It is the longing for the eternal, the happiness of the transient, the enigma of creation, the home of the heart, the fountain where loss is soothed. It is the eternal future, for painting is never in the past tense, only in the ever flowing present tense, an eternal now, a never-ending summer, a life always living, a moment never ceasing.

Painting is water, air, fire, earth, dream, but is never death. Painting is life, life smiling at death with light as its secret.

Painting is Narcissus surprised. Painting is secret structures, harmonies, balance, chaos, force-fields, philosophy, patience, rhythm, wit, sadness, delight, tragedy. Painting is the invisible made visible, the allegory of unseen things, the resting place of a visual thought, eternal youth. Painting even when it decays is like a dream vanishing….

When paintings die, they go back to God's mind.

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Intuitions before Dreaming (2)

Painting is an inscription on the flesh of time. An invocation of colours. Painting is a raising from the dead, a resurrection, a transmogrification, a transmutation. Painting is the triumph of plants and minerals and animal hair. It is soul dancing to soul.

Painting is the still life of God's mind. It is the heaven of remembered things, the hell of forgotten things. It is the destiny of legend, the dream of a faun and all legendary beings. It is legend frozen, memory's homeland.

Painting is the nightmare of the devil. Codes in colours and shapes. It is the yearning of all things to live and persist in memory. Painting is the only mortal space where angels dwell in stillness. It is meditation with eyes wide-open, contemplation with the mind's eyes focused on enigmas. It is visualisation materialised. The mind's strength and grace trembling in space. The unending lesson of the ascending spirit.

Painting is the tentative deciphering of destiny, the visual haiku of human history, musings of life deep dimensions. Painting is illusion impacting on the real, becoming the real, insisting on its ability to be more real than that which has vanished. Painting is human love transcending human forgetfulness. It is mortality staring at itself in the evanescent mirror of immortality. It is spaces dancing, dimensions interacting, realms interpenetrating, time zones colliding, eliding, harmonising,

Painting is the shaman's mirror, the warrior's truest shield, the healer's armour against fate and tragedy. The celebration of light.

Painting is the weapon the wise use against vicissitude. It will one day heal profound sickness of body, mind, and spirit. It is the technology of the wise primitive, the science and medicine of the forgotten ancients.

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Intuitions before Dreaming (3)

Painting is the magic charm that nature herself has invented in all things that breathe and move and don't breath and don't move. There is healing in it. There is wisdom in it. There is hope in it. And there is unfathomed power in its undiscovered potentials.

Painting is one of the earliest tools of survival. You painted a thing first then you made it manifest later, you made it happen, you made it real. There is painting of the mind, where you first create the complete form of a thing or dream or desire and feed it deep into the spirit's factory for the production of reality. Painting is the mirror of healing, the base of creativity, the spring-board of materialisation.

Those who can't paint in the mind can never create useful power in the world. Those who can't paint in the spirit can never create happiness or overcome obstacles in life. Painting is the mathematics of making things possible. It is planting notions in the subconscious through the allure or disturbance of the eyes.

Great paintings transcend the eyes and, through other agencies, can be transmitted from soul to soul. All dreamers are spirit painters. All dreams are paintings. All spirit painters are world remakers. Painting is the refresher of love, the aider of love, the incarnation of loving.

Painting is time multiplied by light. It is the sweet sister of beauty, the ambiguous sister of history, the still life of humanity. Painting is where the dead sleep, is where the labyrinth is decoded. It is the secret film of the gods, the ecstasy of dyes, the paradigm of better ways of being.

Painting is the illuminated record book of invisible realms seen in glimpses. Intimations or reincarnation. Akashic still points… It is the hint of a sort of immortality within. It comes from the same place inside us where gods are born….