Wet day, Junction Hotel- Oil sketch 40x30cm

For me, the very essence of reality is that ‘reality’ is an illusion. Once I accept this and choose to love this wonderful illusion, as it unfolds before my eyes, then I can participate without judgment or expectation, and be present in each moment. I can simply be. Life.

This is freedom.

This sounds deep and philosophical but it is not really. If it is raining, there is no point complaining or thinking how great it would be if it would stop. Accept that it is raining. Love that if you can. There is nothing you can do about it. But you can adjust the lens through which you see the world. This process can be challenging… very challenging at times, but it is possible and worth it.

This painting is an illusion of the bigger illusion and is a reminder to me that the rain will end (whatever that rain may be. ie. a drama, an experience or anything) , to love reality and to be in this moment. This is eternity. This is how it is meant to be. Because it is.

Silverton River Gum I- Oil sketch 40x30cm

‘ David, just sway in the breeze…like a tree.’  In saying this, a dear friend Tess gave me the best advice. On so many levels this is useful. For example, on an emotional level we can feel things, wobble a little and then let them go, let them pass. If a tree held on to the wind it would surely break. I’m not saying that life is gentle. At times we are in the grip of a cyclone, being thrown around and almost uprooted.  I can use this analogy to step back and observe my own ego, to feel the flow of emotion, move with it, surrender for a bit and then sway the other way and then back to my center. I find that this is equally useful for both good and bad feelings. I find peace when I remember to sway.

‘Mudita’ is defined in Wikipedia as a Buddhist word meaning rejoicing in others’ joy.  The term mudita is usually translated as “sympathetic” or “altruistic” joy, the pleasure that comes from delighting in other people’s well-being rather than begrudging it. To show mudita is to celebrate happiness and achievement in others even when we are facing tragedy ourselves. This definition to me implies a sense of separateness. For me, Mudita requires the acceptance of oneness and therefore a joy of all joy. What is joy anyway? I have found it sometimes very challenging to adopt the mind-set of Mudita and instead Compassion seemed more appropriate certain situations.

Either way, I am just a tree swaying with the breeze, dancing with all the other trees.

Royal Hotel Canowindra, early morning- Oil sketch

This is close to home for me. In fact, you can see my garbage bin on the side of the road. The green thing with the red lid. This is early morning before the  hustle and bustle begins. The garbage truck has already been but it is before the council guys have come to sweep the gutter. I don’t like to get in their way. The main street of Canowindra has a rhythm which is almost like a clock to me. Public holidays almost seem spooky when the routine  is broken.  I have found a sense of belonging here. This is my place. This is is where I put my bin out and then bring it in. My participation in community and the illusion of time.

Monuments- Oil sketch

Paintings are interesting things really. Funny things. Sometimes they can say more about the artist than the subject. For me painting is not just a thing to do, it’s more like a process that i can’t not do. I always look at paintings and wonder why they were painted. What was driving the artist. Of all things, why this?

I am enjoying painting these small oil sketches as part of  ‘Mudita’, I am moving through a lot of ideas more quickly and this is refreshing. This old car and collapsed house  are a  great example of how a subject can call to an artist. Perhaps paintings are self portraits – of things that they see / feel about themselves. This is me. Standing my ground, exposed, earthy, defiant, and growing in character and beauty as time passes.

Standing Still -Oil sketch

There are certain places that invoke a sense of wonder in me. Sydney Central Station and  Lygon Street in Melbourne are those kind of places. They are like moody characters that hold your attention because you are uncertain about what’s going to happen next. Even when nothing is happening it is interesting because you know that something might.  I almost find them overwhelming and yet I am captivated by the light, forms, activities, the aliveness and colours. They defy reason for being. They just are.

Such a place is Silverton, in Out Back NSW. This is a harsh and unforgiving landscape and where once there was a prosperous mining town, there is now the occasional stone and tin ruin slowly sinking back to the earth. The slowness and the inevitabile decay of  these very humble dwellings  brings me sharply into the present moment. No things are permanent.

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