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Sun Arise come every mornin'
Sun Arise come every mornin'
Sun Arise come every mornin'
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground
Sun Arise fillin' up the hollow
Sun Arise fillin' up the hollow
Sun Arise fillin' up the hollow
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground
Sun Arise, she come every mornin'
Sun Arise, each and every day
Sun Arise, she come every mornin'
Sun Arise
ever-y ever-y ever-y ever-y day
She drive away the darkness everyday
She drive away the darkness everyday
She drive away your darkness everyday
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground
Sun Arise
Whoa-oh-oh
Sun Arise
Whoa-oh-oh
Sun Arise
Whoa-oh-oh
ever-y ever-y ever-y ever-y day
Sung by Rolf Harris
(Harris - Butler) EMI Music Publishing Ltd (P) 1963
Acc. Johnnie Spence - Produced by George Martin
~ Up early - leaking overflow pipe ~ electrics cutting off ~ had enough really ~ house a mirror of myself ...
Continuing on with the exploration of complex new software ( "Affinity for Mac" ) that I recently purchased, incorporating two major new elements into my work - Layers and Text.
The inclusion of text for me in Art pieces was for a long time something of an anathema. I hated seeing it done and rejected doing in my own paintings as it shackled the abstract work to the ground, so to speak, to the everyday, mundane world of human talk.
Then came a long a patron who challenged me to give him my abstract painting style ALONG WITH incorporated text. I have a penchant for accepting all challenges and even though it was tough for me at first I soon learned to see the words and letters as just more formal or graphic elements in the total image. It opened up my artistic world by getting me to step out of my comfort zone.
When I presented said Mr. Taylor with the finished canvas, he immediately ordered a second one to hang next to it as a diptych. 3 more text-based pieces followed, all for the same patron.
For this image and the previous one, "Time and Time, Again" I wrote the text in the process of creating the image. I looked at the image, composited of a shot of the rubble of a building demolition and one of amaryllis growing in a greenhouse in January, and let the words come to me.
What came forward seems to say something about our current times when there's a tremendous threat of the demolition of much of what we once felt was safe and secure - things like freedom of thought and expression, freedom of assembly, freedom from hate and systemic persecution, freedom from the forces of ignorance.
Our current world view is dying. It has to. It quite clearly no longer serves us. Yet, out of every death comes some form of life, new life and perhaps a life that surprises us. And as surprising as it may be it will be something we did not expect. That's the beauty of it.
I learned recently, reading Rupert Sheldrake, that when cells die they produce a substance that enables new cells to be born. Without that substance new life can't come forth. If our old "world" is dying then there's some cause for joy - something new and unforeseen will be born out of it. So my message here is one of Hope in Dark Times.
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Music Link: "How Many Worlds" - Brian Eno, from his album, "Another Day on Earth".
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© Richard S Warner ( Visionheart ) - 2017. All Rights Reserved. This image is not for use in any form without explicit, express, written permission.
My Website: visionheartblog.wordpress.com
New York City's Financial District and Freedom Tower, part of the One World Trade Center complex, rises up from lower Manhattan. Viewed from the shores below Brooklyn Heights, this amazing collection of busy skyscrapers is offset by the calm waters and old jetty posts located just minutes across the river. From the wider collection © www.paulreiffer.com
As the human person loses conscious touch with the sacred, the capacity to appreciate and respond to the way the sacred is expressed through symbol is inevitably lost. Religiously and theologically, the loss of the symbolic leads to the pathology of literalism. When the religious story is read literally, its true power and meaning are lost. As a consequence, access to the depths from which the story arises is also lost.
-The Not-Yet God Carl Jung, Teilhard de Chardin,
and the Relational Whole Ilia Delio, OSF
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Canisp and Suilven from a still Loch Druim Suardalian on a frosty autumn morning just after sunrise in Assynt.
A trip to Hammarö southip on my christmas holiday. Stormy weather, Vänern had some real surf waves :)
Same day at sunset
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LE after the sunset