These paintings just left for a new home. I am happy they can now live on independent from me, likr children who have become adults.
I just read an article on the website of the European wilderness Society wilderness-society.org/is-wilderness-our-home/
It made me reflect on this blog, my letters home are based on that nostalgia for living in harmony with nature, like an ancient memory of paradise. I do realise it is a romantic dream, lots of people will call it an illusion or delusion.
My travels have thought me that the tremendous forces of nature are pretty much indifferent to my little human life or death. Death comes easily in freezing cold or dehydration in burning sun. Is that home? Is that my place of pureness, safety and authenticity?
"Home is where the heart is", was a subtitle in that article. We do need some limitations and protection from the infinity of the universe to have a human experience. We do need other beings, preferably human beings, to make us feel safe as a human being. A warm nest, the shelter of a home with walls to protect us from the elements. Just like animals have their nests, their holes, their mothers, fathers, mates and herds. It is the heart connection of relations which give us a home feeling. Knowing to be known and cared for, to have a name, to love and take care and give names and hold dear. Seeing the uniqueness of one individual being, our child, our partner, our dog, our horse ,our trees. That tiny little part of the universe.
Is nature our home?
Is the universe a being we can relate to?
Can you ask for a hug from the ocean?
We do give names to hurricanes....
Is there a name for frost?
Can I ask him not to freeze me when it is minus 25 degrees Celsius?
In the freedom of my mind, in the beyond of my body everything is possible and very much alive. Can I take my body to the world of my imagination? Can I take my body to the paradise I remember, where every being is in a loving dialogue connected?
Can I do that when others around me have a very different experience?
I am looking at the lines, the rhythm, the movement, the apparent chaos and structures emerging out of the layering of lines.
Egg tempera with earth pigments on a natural linen canvas. Return to an attempt to use only natural materials. The size is 50 x 60 cm.
The painting process is much slower than it was before, a very meditative proces over several days, weeks.