When you walk, you hold your head high, open, aware and alert.
Can you see the machinations of the world with awe and wonder?
Me too.
That's why I paint.
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“Sunset Study”
Simply.
It seems to me that I didn't really know life.
And then,
One day,
I looked into the eyes of death.
And now?
Now I know,
There is nothing to know.
Except, to simply live,
Simply.
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A Tiny Tear
There's a tear just there.
Right below the surface.
Made in the stars.
It was created in the endlessness of everything that has ever been and ever will be.
A tiny, miniscule tear.
Born in the realisation that in the endlessness of everything that has ever been and ever will be, there is only rapturous, endless,
Love.
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Just Enough Time
I spent just enough time listening to the thoughts in my head.
Listening to the noise they made that pulled me from being aware of the magnificence of a breath.
Of warm skin underhand, or the earth underfoot.
I spent just enough time to finally discover the silence in the gaps between them.
And then, eventually, the divine silence behind
Everything.
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Lighter
I found the light.
It was glancing off the ocean, and onto the trunks of trees.
It skimmed across people's cheeks, and found the eyes of life.
It bounced to here from stars.
And you know something?
In the seeing of that light?
Everything became......lighter.
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“Dune Study III”
“Sunrise Study III”
Two Paths
Two Paths.
One path rooted in the mechanations of survival,
And the unconscious push to have enough.
To be enough.
Restless and loud with the sounds.
Dry.
Empty.
Or, the other. In which peace is found.
Contentment realised.
Enough is seen.
Quiet.
Love.
Two paths. Fear, or love.
You choose.
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Forgetting
Why do we forget
that there are complex processes
simply happening
in order for us to be alive?
Why do we forget micro-organisms,
ecosystems,
and the magnificence of stars?
And we forget
cells formed into a heart, lungs, a brain.
But why?
Why do we forget how truly wondrous it is?
To be alive.
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Seems a Shame
It seems a shame to walk on the skin of this planet,
alive and touching life.
Feet on the fragments of boulders and stars,
ground into dirt,
and moved in journeys over times unimaginable.
Air over skin and hair,
into lungs and out of nostrils,
oxygenating blood,
heart pumping.
The wondrous machinations of life,
endless processes beyond comprehension.
Wonder and awe incarnate.
And yet,
it seems a shame to be alive
and not see,
all that.
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Awake.
Ground rocks, under feet.
Pulverised, and broken into fragments.
Sand.
The ocean shaping, pushing and pulling.
Clouds overhead, light through them.
Cutting lines on their edges, casting moving shadows on the earth beneath.
Trees, reaching up, touching the sky and pointing at the clouds.
This, while birds wheel in the sky.
And I?
In this moment, I move paint over canvas.
Alive.
And wide awake.
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I Shouldn't Be Here
This galaxy shouldn't be here.
This sun shouldn't be here.
This solar system with this incredible blue orb shouldn't be here.
These trees, this glorious ocean, these incredible animals, worms and fish, should not be here.
Me.
I shouldn't be here.
But I am.
And I will swim, and laugh, and cry, and paint and feel, with endless joyous gratitude, until I am no longer here.
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Grateful.
Do we have enough gratitude?
Can we be so grateful that we are filled with wonder at the magic of existence itself?
Can we realise enough gratitude to truly appreciate the machinations of a single, solitary breath?
Are we willing to know gratitude so profoundly that its experience finally obliterates our suffering, anger, greed and disquiet?
I wonder.
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Not Much.
A single tear.
It's not much.
Just a tear running down a cheek.
Water and salt, squeezed from an everyday eye.
Not much.
But.
Maybe that tear is shed in a moment of profound awe and rapturous gratitude.
And then, it's not, not much.
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I Painted Today.
I painted today.
It didn't work out. Composition was awkward and off.
I painted today.
The marks that I made went to war with my senses and eye.
When I painted today, the colours were weird.
The picture lacked lustre and life.
I painted today.
The strokes all clumsy and stiff. The marks misplaced and contrived.
You know what though?
I painted today.
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Dead Man Walking.
I died. And it was exquisite.
In my death, I felt the hum of life.
No more "me" to obscure the view.
I felt the crackle of the energy of the universe.
This puny sack of bacteria, vibrating with life and death.
Reawakening to the divinity of being conscious of the fizz of existence.
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“Breathe Out” Limited Edition Archival Print by Mark Waller
Perhaps.
Perhaps "you" have to die, to truly live.
Surrender, utterly.
No more "you".
No more striving, no more "should do's", "should be's".
Just the entire universe unfolding in front of you.
Inside you, not separate.
Dancing with atoms and energy.
And finding the source of all.
LOVE.
See If You can
See if you can really feel the roughness of grass underfoot.
And the sting of sun on skin.
See if you can look deeply into the eyes of a child, cheeks wet with tears, and hold their gaze; making space for their pain and fear.
See if you can dive beneath a wave, pressure in your ears.
Cool water sliding over skin.
And then listen to the cacophony of a wave ending its time.
Can you do that?
Now, see if you can do one of these things, paying attention to the nuance of each experience, and at the same time,
Worry about money.
Insignificant and Magnificent
I saw this body in the scheme of things.
And a tree, in the scheme of things.
Then, this moment,
in the vastness of all that is,
will be,
and has ever been,
and saw that it is,
Insignificant.
And then.
I saw this body in the scheme of things.
A tree, in the scheme of things.
I saw the unfolding of all of this,
in the vastness of all that is,
has been,
and ever will be,
and realised,
that it is,
Magnificent.
Pinballs
Atoms. Squeezed from stars. Bouncing.
Pinballs.
Collecting. Forming.
Until....
Decay.
And then.
Atoms, squeezed from stars. Bouncing.
Pinballs.
Collecting. Forming.
Until, again.....
Decay.
And then....
Observe this,
Or,
Resist.
The choice is yours.
Suffer.
Or
WONDER.
“Breathe Out” Limited Edition Archival Print
Breath
It's done so many times.
In a minute, an hour, a year, and a lifetime.
Without thought.
Mundane.
But.
That breath,
made with air on the skin,
in the throat,
chest,
lungs,
in this incredible vehicle,
On this magnificent orb,
In the depths of the endless abyss.
Is it really, actually, mundane?
Now that you're conscious of it?
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Tide
The sun emerges above the horizon, and then descends.
It is as it should be.
The tide comes in, flushing the sand on the shore.
And then recedes….as it does.
Winter gives way to Spring.
Summer, to Autumn.
It is as it should be.
It is the way of physicality, constant transformation.
Flow, change, recycling and movement.
And suffering?
Is resistance to that.
