allow your mind to go to the forms, but allow your heart to remain in pure knowing – pen and pencil – 10mar15
we may go out into the world, but we never leave ourself – pen and pencil – 18mar15
You, are that which is Aware of experience – pen and pencil – 19mar15
the thought that was present two seconds ago has now disappeared – pen and pencil – 27mar15
nothing prior, nothing after it, just vast spaces either side – pen and pencil – 28mar15
getting back in the game – pen and pencil – 07apr15
All drawing by Melinda Blair Paterson
Titles from words by Rupert Spira (except ‘getting back in the game’)
These recent works from my ‘contemplative doodling’ series seem to offer a theme of a circular nature. Mostly created whilst listening to Rupert Spira’s meditations, The light of pure knowing, and more recently my own internal musings. The life of an artist, especially for one with a strong intuitive pulse or inner compass as experienced here, is a constant source of wonder. Why is it I can just let the hand and pen have its way, or trust whatever chooses the next colour pencil; and who knows when the work is done? It’s all a mystery to the ‘me’ and a joy to the unknown. 🙂 Mx
Then I watch whilst the hand, pen, pencil, just does its thing. An effortless joy to experience.
I live in a small space, a cabin to be exact, and my art studio is an equally small space, a shipping container. It encourages a zen-like approach to possessions, which I love.
During the summer months it is too hot to work in the studio, so this week I surrendered the small bunk bed in the cabin, which was becoming a dumping ground, and put in a desk. This way I can still continue my creative practice even on days when it is too hot, wet or cold to go down to the studio.
Whilst setting up the desk I found some old drawings from my post art school days of 2011 and felt inspired to play. It feels a bit like doodling and yet offers an element of the contemplative approach, especially whilst listening to Luke Howard. I find his music such a gift for letting go of thought and shifting gear into the heart. Then I watch whilst the hand, pen, pencil, just does its thing. An effortless joy to experience. Mx
drawings from 2011
the hope of orange – pen and pencil – 2015 – melinda blair paterson
finding myself clinging to strange places – pen and pencil – 2015 – melinda blair paterson
love’s structure – pen and pencil – 2015 – melinda blair paterson
the hub 🙂