I love art, design, visual thinking and the world of the senses. I especially love the creative process that occurs while in these spaces. And they really are spaces—the mundane disappears and you are in a place of flow and creation. It’s a good reason to be alive.

I want to tap into the creative process and try to ‘see’ it—stop it in its tracks and peek behind the curtain. My attempt to write about this magical, invisible process and all the tiny miracles that emerge from it, is my way of catching a glimpse of the mystery.

Everything I love to do most relates to creativity. I try to create something new every day. If it’s not on paper or canvas it’s in the digital space at ImageSwim.

A land good for dreaming is… a line from a poem by Octavio Paz. This line is a portal to my favorite space–the space where creation happens.

Portals, entry to another dimension

Portals, entry to another dimension

I love portals. Invisible doorways, gates, entrances to another space of being. Portals in art lead me from one state of mind to a richer more expanded state of mind and to a different mode of creation. Portals are not ideas but a form of experience. They emerge and magically reveal themselves, then create a sudden change in your reality.

I like to think of the world as being made of invisible dimensions. A portal is the door from one dimension to another. The entry points through the portal vary–they can happen through a word, poem, idea, color…some kind of spark. You hear the word, it expands. You feel the color, it envelopes and suddenly you are in a different space.

My experience of portals can keep me working–toiling away in an uninspiring place and then like the flip of a switch, everything opens and brightens, becomes clearer or deeper. Time slows and in my mind I feel the sensation of sliding into a new world, like traveling through a tunnel to the new space.

I have been thinking about the visual representation of portals. In my first large scale oil I began to explore this idea. The Goddess or Eve is about to enter the darker reality of the snake, everything is about to change. Or maybe it happens in reverse, the snake will enter the portal of the light?

The following piece was written to describe an experience I had of portals while on a meditation retreat. I was in the living room of this big stone country house  trying to write something for a performance that evening and the portal emerged.

Tiny poem titles and through the portal to another time

I am in a room with books that line shelves from floor to ceiling. I read a spine and am struck or even jolted, by the title of a book and then another and another. It’s the strangest collection, almost bizarre, full of phrases I don’t quite understand about inner worlds, the universe and God. Although these are books I will never read, each title is a tiny poem that opens a space through time. A hole that I drop into, a portal.

The words crawl off the spines and jump out at me. I catch them:

Upper Eden…

Codex…

The Firery World One, Two and Three…

And there I am, through the portal.

I am at the beginning of time, when we were a flock of birds and had just arrived here.

In the beginning all was white and bright and we were peaceful.

Shadows slowly began to appear and our souls became agitated.

We searched for home. Not a new home, but a home we had lost even before the whiteness began. All fades…

Harmonic Charts…

Emergence…

Planets in Transit…

Catch the words, go again through the portal…

Our flock flies in the white vastness making circles, waves and flow.

In communion with something we know and feel, the shadows are cast on the land that appears below.

The planet is born, our place for now.

We make pictures in the sky, we dance, we express with our wings, our fluttering hearts are our song.

We sprinkle the seeds of language. Millions of years pass. Fade again…

A Parenthesis in Eternity…

Initiation…

The Destiny of Nations…

It’s been many generations since the first flock and we have forgotten how to fly.

Now is our time again, to take flight. This precious moment.