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forest joy mandala…

Posted in art, mandala, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 2016/09/20 by greenteadoodles
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seeking in the forest and finding the unexpected

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forest mandala quadrant

When I was drawing this mandala, I thought of greens and purples …I was thinking mysterious …but the more I painted, the more it became instead suffused with joy. I hope it lifts your heart to look at it as mine was while creating it.

UPDATE: A truly wonderful poem from Tom for this image! Thank you. 🙂

Intertwining all connects to all
radiating joy from root to branch
curving endless rise within a fall
twisting time, sequestering mere chance
as some creative gravity draws skies
toward the future, outward looking in
toward the open contemplative eyes
toward the garden innocent of sin.
Silent beauty deep, complex, divine
entwining truths entangled by connections
bending on in endless knotted lines
a pilgrimage through stations of reflection.
Each moment moves, creating time and more
in stillness drawing all into the core

Poem (c) 2016 Tom Radcliffe

images (c) 2016 Hilary Farmer

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Daily whirl mandala…

Posted in art, drawing, mandala, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , on 2016/07/17 by greenteadoodles
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back to the daily whirl…

Added water colour to the previous mandala this week. Being back at work definitely impacted the choices with it turning out more intense than I was thinking while drawing it on vacation.
I really enjoyed the process this time. The selection and application of the colours was joyful representing the ongoing dance of daily life in a positive way …or that’s how I see it!

UPDATE: New poem from Tom in the comments. It is wonderful, circular and evocative! It sees meaning in and brings meaning to the image. Extraordinary!

as seasons pass and so do days
beneath the sun’s synoptic rays
soft petals furl, unfold, then fly
while flowers turn to face the sky
berries ripen, roses bloom
around the centre’s edge, assume
this too will pass and be reborn
as sure as night gives way to morn
and morning yields to burning noon
then noon to dusk until the moon
repaints cold night with silver rays
as seasons pass and so do days

image (cc) 2016 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2016 Tom Radcliffe