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they call it in Jewish homes that contain a piece of scripture. A bit like dipping
               your right hand in Holy Water if green’s the colour of your cloth.


               I would immediately be ‘beamed’ to creative land and as soon as I entered the
               studio was totally oblivious to the outside world. If I had gone to the studio,
               out of ‘working hours’ on an errand I would rub the stone, enter and totally

               forget why I was there. I would have to go outside the studio and ask myself
               what it was I had come down for. Inside was like a Tardis or ‘Cone of Silence’.
               Protected from outside vibes.




               By Barbara pepper on May 1st, 2012 at 8:08 am



               I found your words very uplifting. I myself am a painter and I can relate to what

               you are saying about the painting experience. your work is beautiful very
               powerful a wonderful feast for the senses. Thank you for sharing such an
               enlightened point of view and for sharing such dynamic work




               By Daniela on June 19th, 2012 at 12:17 pm



               As I first looked at this painting, my attention was taken by the intensity of the
               colours.

               The browns and yellows of Earth, the dark blues, greys and black of Water, the

               reds and the oranges of Fire and all the blues of Air.

               The stability and the solidness of the earth is fused into the breath of the air,
               the intensity and the vigorous passion of the fire is balanced by the purity and

               the fertility of water. All the four elements are expressed in the harmonious
               equilibrium, and they vibrate in a sort of musicality at the same time.

               Soon afterwards it was as if my eyes were walking along the path, which at the

               beginning I felt as a tunnel, then suddenly as a vortex, a flux where I was
               bounced, spiralling uncontrollably downward and upwards. In both cases, I had
               the perception of a journey, the journey of self-discovery, beyond physicality

               towards something uncontrollable, unmeasurable and undefinable. Whether a
               linear path or a vortex, the experiences and the events one lives, the emotions
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