‘The Lookout’ is an abstract landscape piece I painted during my stay at a chateau in Moire, France. In the midst of the Beaujolais region, surrounded by vineyards, and gorgeous scenery, my heart delighted in every moment. The lookout – or hideaway was an alcove on a plateau where I set up my easel. I took the view of the valley, the vineyards, the villages, and the beauty into my heart and painted this very abstract impressionist piece of what I felt.
Day after day I sat and gazed. Really, what could one do, or maybe what could an artist do, but this?
Sitting, gazing and breathing. Just watching. The subtle shifts of light. The row upon row of grapevines – imagining their sweet nectar.
In a land, where it really is all about the land and the growing of these beauties and the sustenance of its peoples. I could feel this, as I sat. As I felt and listened with an inner ear.
I could feel the power and marvel of the land – as much as I could feel it in an ancient place like Egypt.
Except here, there was much silence. No hum of a city. Other than occasional passing vehicles in this tiny village and the church bells that rang every 15 minutes – it was silence.
As soon as all the friends we shared the chateau with, who were there to compete in the World Masters Track & Field Championships left for their daily trek into Lyon to the track to race, there was silence.
A near deafening silence. There was eternal peace. A peace so deep one could breathe it in to the very depths of one’s being. A peace so deep to bask in.
A peace so deep, one could sigh the whole world out, and breathe in the silence.
A silence that contained everything and nothing.
You are left to feel your blood rushing in your ears and in your body and feel nothing else but that moment.
It was those moments that were painted alive on the paper. For you, to feel and to see.
“Dear mind, such a traveler, always moving,
like a fish looking for the sea,
while the great heart’s ocean waits,
all around and inside it.
How can you live outside this love?”
~ Rumi
~ The Lookout by Kiernan Antares ~
Abstraction on Canvas Paper, 12″ x 16″
SOLD
Copyright 2015, Kiernan Antares, All Rights Reserved
Come see my little painting hideaway during my stay at a chateau in Moire, France.
Ah… none of my photos do any amount of justice to the magnificent scenery of the Beaujolais region of France, where we stayed for the month of August.
None captured the simple need to sit and gaze, to sit and gaze and breathe it all in for days on end.
My intention for this trip was to unplug from social media, from being influenced and swayed by what others are doing, to rest and rejuvenate my heart, and to listen, really listen to the voice and stirrings within.
At some point as an artist, and I suppose as a person in general, there comes a time to take all the technical aspects you’ve learned in how to express yourself and set them free, with loving gratitude, and then open the door to let the wild and truly authentic you enter.
Painting abstracts has become that doorway for me this year, and getting away to just be, without any expectations was the most delicious experience to nourish this need, this yearning to explode on to the canvas with the colour and light of my soul and spirit.
I spent days lounging, tanning and swimming – oh the sun felt so good on my back and I could feel my bones soaking up its powerful rays by day…
and its healing grace by evening with friends…
There is such yin and yang evident in the world, in every way of living, of being, of doing. I’ve been learning that these differences are necessary and healthy to balance and compliment each other.
Paul and I are similar in some ways and different in so many others. He needs to keep busy and focused on building something spectacular, which he does with grace and devotion (and I respect tremendously), whereas, I need lots of solitude to connect with the spirit of life so that I can paint and share it as an artist and writer. Different, yes but complimentary. The trip filled both our needs, and our love had a chance to thrive in France, for which I am eternally grateful. (Oh look… check out my silvers!)
This trip was filled with so much heart and inspiration. It was also filled with some challenging physical setbacks, opportunities for growth and experiencing the power of love as a transformation force.
It was filled with laughter, support and sharing…
Some girl time…
Some chilling cafe time…
There was visiting with the Black Madonna of Lyon time…
Visiting an old castle…
now used as an art gallery time…
There was the magic of Paris time… the City of Lights, which captures and excites my heart with every visit…
Some gallery time, where I got to see one of my favourite’s, ‘The Dance Class’ (a thrill to satisfy my ballerina heart) by Edgar Degas up close at the D’Orsy Museum…
and yes, some painting time…
Where I got to feel the heart of the land, the heart of spirit, the heart of my soul and listen deeply to its urgings…
On the left: Mountain Pride – SOLD
On the top right: The Lookout – SOLD
On the middle right: Morning Glory
On the bottom right: Illuminated Hearts
I’ll be posting these pieces separately on my blog
Being away for so long really felt like a reset and the unplugging a necessity. This really has been and continues to be such a potent year for reflection and releasing what no longer serves, for seeing where my heart is still closed, seeking spirit’s guidance to open it more, and for preparing for new beginnings.
In fact, to help in all this I am doing a major decluttering home project. Anything and everything that no longer sparks joy is being blessed and released. Then, taking it a step further we’re making a renovation list to give our home a good refresh and reorganization to support our joyful inspired life’s vision.
Shaking things up good!
I celebrate LOVE in all it’s high’s and low’s. I celebrate the POWER of LOVE as a force of healing and grace. I celebrate the truth’s that connect our heart’s to each other and the ONE. I celebrate the gifts that lie within each of us.
I celebrate my continued passion for painting and serving the world in my inner transformation, joy and fulfillment.
Two painted together, as they were coming to completion I felt a star-filled gift from Venus and from Aphrodite, our StarQueen. ‘Evening Star’ resonated to the day’s end and ‘Morning Star’ to day break – endings and new beginnings.
These paintings speak to us of the power of immense love and hope available to us during times of creative transformation.
Deep in your own heart lives the Star Queen’s love, rich and plentiful, helping you to cleanse your soul aura and emerge vibrant and healthy.
Instead of writing my own poem for these pieces I felt called to consult Rumi and ‘The Bid Red Book’. I let him speak to us…
“My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless,
neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved,
have seen the two worlds as one,
and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner,
only that breath breathing human being.
Friends, when I taste love’s wine,
the two worlds combine,
and I have no purpose but this play of presences.”
Two painted together, as they were coming to completion I felt a star-filled gift from Venus and from Aphrodite, our StarQueen. ‘Evening Star’ resonated to the day’s end and ‘Morning Star’ to day break – endings and new beginnings.
These paintings speak to us of the power of immense love and hope available to us during times of creative transformation.
Deep in your own heart lives the Star Queen’s love, rich and plentiful, helping you to cleanse your soul aura and emerge vibrant and healthy.
Instead of writing my own poem for these pieces I felt called to consult Rumi and ‘The Bid Red Book’. I let him speak to us…
“My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless,
neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved,
have seen the two worlds as one,
and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner,
only that breath breathing human being.
Friends, when I taste love’s wine,
the two worlds combine,
and I have no purpose but this play of presences.”
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