Fire

Fire of the Spirit

In Varanasi, the chaotic town tumbling down ghats into the Ganges, morning and evening the Aarti ceremony is performed in shrines on its banks. Diyas float timelessly towards ancestors, the triptych reaffirming our universal connection with the Divine.

This triptych expresses my gratitude for the Indian philosophy of yoga, and the peace meditation has given me. The panels are silhouetted outlines of India, the peacock, its symbol, connects the two sides. In the middle of each “India” are Ganesha and Om.

Primary colours show the resilience and strength of women, stripped of essentials. In front flows the blue River of the Tears; but above is Light. Compassionate sisterhood surrounds us and a red semi-circle depicts our mothering of future generations.

Colours run…images evolve: first mountains, then rocks; then an island with a track over the headland. Trees and temple appears. Then figures, one standing, watchful, protective; the other praying? waiting? whilst the waves in the foreground ebb and flow…

I curved in the ancient walls of the Convent of Sta Maria de Bouro’s to embrace my dearest friend. The sun rose, pouring its rays over the surrounding hills; I saw her blessed by its healing light, surrounding her with the love in this beautiful place.

An "inner landscape,” shapes simply evolved: mountainside, track, trees and foliage...a temple with the figure standing with bowed head.....praying? waiting? watching? Then four birds and a rising sun. Or is it the moon? Interpret this in your own way….

Using modelling paste, I sculpted the spiralling waves of the ocean. Then, she rose out of the waves. Wings give her form and energy; and a bright light pulls her upwards towards the source ~ until she stands strong and straight on her own.

If you follow your breath in and out; accept and adapt to whatever/whomsoever comes - all else follows. Be still…and know. No wrong path exists if you allow, smile and trust.

Awaiting our 2nd grandson’s birth, our daughter stands tall, her hand cradling the dove of Peace. Behind her rise the Welsh mountains, and encircling her is the pink of compassion, the Holy Grail, the healing sacred plant and the Celtic symbol of family.

Awaiting our grandson’s birth, our daughter’s hands rest peacefully in her lap, cradling the Holy Grail. The other hands recognise the joyful Inner Child within us: the left forms “Om” whilst the right holds the healing sacred plant.

I curved in the ancient walls of the Convent of Sta Maria de Bouro’s to embrace my dearest friend. The sun rose, pouring its rays over the surrounding hills; I saw her blessed by its healing light, surrounding her with the love in this beautiful place.

Feathers symbolise spiritual awareness and light-heartedness, so here, blown by the wind are white, violet and purple feathers. Floating in the air is a Haiku in my Pictographic alphabet: “In the moon-darkening sky, the moon paints a pine tree”(Ransetu).