spirit guides

Rorschach

I hadn’t done a rorschach blot painting in a long time. You know, the proverbial inkblot that psychologists have used to diagnose patients by listening to their answers about what they see in the inkblot. Rorschachs are a great way to project your imagination onto the screen of your paper. In more abstract, expressive painting sometimes it’s hard to get started. Not so, when you start with rorschach play. I always find my mind kicking into high gear with hallucinations, ideas, stories, and occasional wisdom. Here’s the latest.

India ink, acrylic, screen and paper collage on w/c paper

They were doing a little dance, like children do, or maybe there were playing hopscotch. I don’t know. And as the sidewalk heaved up between them, a golden light escaped from below. A veil had lifted from their eyes, and they gazed down bewildered, and maybe a bit bewitched, but in a good way.

Meanwhile wise ones, taking their measure of the children, sent their emissaries, in readiness to draw the veil again if some mischief arose.

But the two tiny characters became fearful. Are we allowed? they asked. And there was at first no answer.

Then they heard it, a crackle and a hiss, a snap and a pop. That was it! They ran away shrieking, leaving the pots of treasure untouched.

And so it is for us all, that we fear those treasures which wait for us to find them, meanwhile searching in all the wrong places.

Would you like to try a rorschach of your own? I recorded a three minute demo today to show you how.

To watch the demo click here.

Baluba

I believe we all need to honor our clan, our totem, our spirit guide to gather strength, fortitude, wisdom and humor to meet life’s challenges. And Lord knows we’ve all felt a bit challenged of late. So in Monday’s Muse group we sought inspiration from indigenous artists throughout the ages to create our own spirit guide figures. I chose an ivory statue of Baluba from the Congo.

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acrylic inks, pen and collage on w/c paper, 10 X 11″

I am quite taken with you, my Baluba.  You are cracked and in pain, yet appear peaceful. Speak to me of what you feel.

Response: I have so much to hold and yet my mouth stays open. Each red button is another scar, yet when you push it, a light goes off inside me. I can’t explain it, but it is so, that with each new wound the light gets brighter and my companions here wake again and take to the skies.