So there you have it - the definitive evidence for warmer climes to be..... A scattering of daffodils somehow transformed from innocuous green knitting needles spearing the barrenness into solar “wannabe’s” now trumpeting the approaching season. Of course more polite circles could do without mention of the hairy lemon department signalling the slow creep of inevitable destiny from the depths of the compost pile.  It lives!! Neon yellow reminding of citrus bite, juices running in best Pavlov style, you can feel it now, the tang, with gin for some, summer cool for others and slow creeps the furry flower of the final end that in sooth is but a beginning. On a more prosaic level these signs also hint of a new season where the mistress of Mahara mounts her motorized mower to masterfully mulch the many meadows by madly mincing the verdant green into an ordered submission, for a day or three...... and thus nature sighs, “so here we go again” Hmmmm maybe it is getting near time to consider hiding out with the hairy lemons as the mistress is going to read this at some point :-)    Click the pics for larger views
Hairy lemons and Daffs
2015 - August
1st-3rd August Not much happened aside from sleepless moon drenched nights of weird dreams interspersed with drizzly bits and forced forays for firewood, fortunately of the pre-cut variety. So other than that leaves were raked with a slow ritualistic fervour in defiance of natures age old patterns of production and it was noted inside was outside. The furthest reaches of perception an exact match for the apparent interior of consciousness........ interesting that, yet still the leaves fall.
4th August So here we have the second in the series of sculpture and words. This sculpture is created from a slab of Hinuera Stone and in this case that is at least slightly significant I’m feeling. The stone itself is relatively new, in a sense somewhat virginal with little imprint save for the violence of it’s expulsion. In contrast Oamaru Stone, and it’s ilk, formed in life rich waters, have been around for 10’s of millions of years, with time enough to impress a life of it’s own. To my mind Hinuera Stone is a blank slate awaiting instruction and impression. So here we have the result - Return of the Light
Return of the Light Dark times it seems to some, rumours of the apocalyptic even...... A battle rages by all accounts tween the light, the dark, and even all shades in between, or so goes the story......... Creation agin creation, form versus form, limits against limitation the daily dream..... So tis light against dark portrayed the ultimate define and disconnect. What side the right, what side to be wrong? So whence come the return? If one were to dally a moment, dip a thought or two into the waters of creation, the feel of creation really, in all it’s depths, the feel beyond words defined...... there to be experienced, the ripples of the return. Not of the ancestors, nor of the ancestors before, nor even before that..... Expressions of the old way from before the beginning, knowledge of the light of light, a vast sea of “before potential defined”, if you will, and the return has set sail, Return of the Light........ Surfing the song of universes and more, much more, Waka of pure potential, this way come, steered under stars of the yet to be defined, with helmsman of old beyond old they be new, they return to creation..... The spray of their passage already to be felt in word and deed, each drop unique, contained, yet not defined cept by unlimited potential, every one of which a part of the sea beyond consciousness, here, to speak to you....... of you, within you. Buoyed on waves of light beyond description, choice as yet un-chosen, the timeless waka yet again bring the light, within time. Full spread before you it will be..... A feathered, rainbow, fiery, cloak before you spread, and choice..... The Return of the Light. Not written in stone, yet singing there within you now, simply awaiting your vision, to expression..... in now.
13th August, at least it is not a Friday ......so it seems to me that practising word flow on these pages might encourage some to visit, content dependent of course, and thus I throw myself in the deep end today without my water wings so to speak with no preconceived themes to speak just to see if I can peddle some progress in your direction, hopefully without the rather common Facebook type inanities nor twitterized enunciations so common these days, no intended bias in that of course..... Let us start by bringing the focus to something visually interesting, the return to Mahara of one of Heathers sculptural creations. A lovely pottery cross and it now graces a section of the sculpture walk. At 1.3 meters tall, complete with lichen this makes a fine centre piece among the other crosses. Talking about new stuff there are rumours of an elvish angel (?) and her leggy cohorts planning to embellish the track sometime soon. They will be announced with due attention to detail when they come in to land.  
The office here is of easterly aspect and one can’t help but notice the speed of the sun tracking further southward each day. Currently it is exploding from the notch in the top of Maumaupaki, hinting of warmer days as currently foretold by arrays of almond blossoms cascading down the trees. It’s all very timely in that the van has finally been warranted, registered, and employed to acquire a load of Hinuera Stone, thus the connection being that the weather is finally edging towards that space between warm enough to begin outdoor sculpting and not too many mosquito’s to test zen like focus..... yes well..... anyway an assortment of slabs from the quarry reject pile, obtained at a user friendly price, now graces the Hammer dome. In fact one slab now resides on the workbench, it has sustained various degrees of testing, dust inducing blows, shocking the chisels back to life ready for a new season and thus the kernel of an idea has begun to arise in form, including a title for the work........... Now this aspect, the naming, is interesting in a curious minds want to know sort of way. Until recent times sculptures have never been named, leaving it to the perceiver to decide whatever about the work; then started a little writing about some sculpture pieces as a result of actually looking at what had been sculpted, and now with the latest work an obvious name arose even while trying to grasp a flow of something, anything, to sculpt. This is especially curious as being any sort of deep and meaningful artistic type with something to say simply doesn’t add up at this end, just someone with a skill towards getting things to flow a bit. There are those that disagree with the above and do call me an artist, which I maintain I am not, and so it behooves me to point out the observable fact in anyone’s life that all those beings that inhabit your personal universe/s, each and everyone of them, is exactly as you are choosing to see them. Soooo using myself as an example where some claim I am an artist and I maintain I am not; we have a situation where it appears to many that someone must be wrong........ Thus it can be extrapolated that there lies the core of much of humanities strife and issues, the need to be right, often seen as “this is truth so you are wrong” sort of thing. This of course totally overlooks the obvious......... :-) :-) So am I an artist? Well you get to decide that, it is your universe, but I will likely continue to say I am not because that concept limits me (purely my stuff that last bit), and indeed I could even be tempted to wonder if I am even a “me” as it is you who decides the parameters of all “you’s” in your universe.
20th August Now we get to the afore mentioned rumour of the somewhat elvish adorning the sculpture walk...... “She” has arrived, queen of the supercilious, checking you out as one ascends to higher realms on the journey to Kauri Top and the decent to the labyrinth, (of life maybe). While her cohorts are obviously there to run around for her elvishness, legging it in eternal service to her avocado greenness, the whole creation another highlight by Heather.
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So there you have it - the definitive evidence for warmer climes to be..... A scattering of daffodils somehow transformed from innocuous green knitting needles spearing the barrenness into solar “wannabe’s” now trumpeting the approaching season. Of course more polite circles could do without mention of the hairy lemon department signalling the slow creep of inevitable destiny from the depths of the compost pile.  It lives!! Neon yellow reminding of citrus bite, juices running in best Pavlov style, you can feel it now, the tang, with gin for some, summer cool for others and slow creeps the furry flower of the final end that in sooth is but a beginning. On a more prosaic level these signs also hint of a new season where the mistress of Mahara mounts her motorized mower to masterfully mulch the many meadows by madly mincing the verdant green into an ordered submission, for a day or three...... and thus nature sighs, “so here we go again” Hmmmm maybe it is getting near time to consider hiding out with the hairy lemons as the mistress is going to read this at some point :-) Click the images for bigger views
Hairy lemons and Daffs
2015 - August
1st-3rd August Not much happened aside from sleepless moon drenched nights of weird dreams interspersed with drizzly bits and forced forays for firewood, fortunately of the pre-cut variety. So other than that leaves were raked with a slow ritualistic fervour in defiance of natures age old patterns of production and it was noted inside was outside. The furthest reaches of perception an exact match for the apparent interior of consciousness........ interesting that, yet still the leaves fall.
4th August So here we have the second in the series of sculpture and words. This sculpture is created from a slab of Hinuera Stone and in this case that is at least slightly significant I’m feeling. The stone itself is relatively new and only a number of thousands of years old, in a sense somewhat virginal with little imprint save for the violence of it’s expulsion. In contrast Oamaru Stone, and it’s ilk, formed in life rich waters, have been around for millions of years, with time enough to impress a life of it’s own. To my mind this stone below is a blank slate awaiting instruction and impression. So here we have the result - Return of the Light
Return of the Light Dark times it seems to some, rumours of the apocalyptic even...... A battle rages by all accounts tween the light, the dark, and even all shades in between, or so goes the story......... Creation agin creation, form versus form, limits against limitation the daily dream..... So tis light against dark portrayed the ultimate define and disconnect. What side the right, what side to be wrong? So whence come the return? If one were to dally a moment, dip a thought or two into the waters of creation, the feel of creation really, in all it’s depths, the feel beyond words defined...... there to be experienced, the ripples of the return. Not of the ancestors, nor of the ancestors before, nor even before that..... Expressions of the old way from before the beginning, knowledge of the light of light, a vast sea of “before potential defined”, if you will, and the return has set sail, Return of the Light........ Surfing the song of universes and more, much more, Waka of pure potential, this way come, steered under stars of the yet to be defined, with helmsman of old beyond old they be new, they return to creation..... The spray of their passage already to be felt in word and deed, each drop unique, contained, yet not defined cept by unlimited potential, every one of which a part of the sea beyond consciousness, here, to speak to you....... of you, within you. Buoyed on waves of light beyond description, choice as yet un-chosen, the timeless waka yet again bring the light, within time. Full spread before you it will be..... A feathered, rainbow, fiery, cloak before you spread, and choice..... The Return of the Light. Not written in stone, yet singing there within you now, simply awaiting your vision, to expression..... in now.
13th August, at least it is not a Friday ......so it seems to me that practising word flow on these pages might encourage some to visit, content dependent of course, and thus I throw myself in the deep end today without my water wings so to speak with no preconceived themes to speak just to see if I can peddle some progress in your direction, hopefully without the rather common Facebook type inanities nor twitterized enunciations so common these days, no intended bias in that of course..... Let us start by bringing the focus to something visually interesting, the return to Mahara of one of Heathers sculptural creations. A lovely pottery cross and it now graces a section of the sculpture walk. At 1.3 meters tall, complete with lichen this makes a fine centre piece among the other crosses. Talking about new stuff there are rumours of an elvish angel (?) and her leggy cohorts planning to embellish the track sometime soon. They will be announced with due attention to detail when they come in to land.
The office here is of easterly aspect and one can’t help but notice the speed of the sun tracking further southward each day. Currently it is exploding from the notch in the top of Maumaupaki, hinting of warmer days as currently foretold by arrays of almond blossoms cascading down the trees. It’s all very timely in that the van has finally been warranted, registered, and employed to acquire a load of Hinuera Stone, thus the connection being that the weather is finally edging towards that space between warm enough to begin outdoor sculpting and not too many mosquito’s to test zen like focus..... yes well..... anyway an assortment of slabs from the quarry reject pile, obtained at a user friendly price, now graces the Hammer dome. In fact one slab now resides on the workbench, it has sustained various degrees of testing, dust inducing blows, shocking the chisels back to life ready for a new season and thus the kernel of an idea has begun to arise in form, including a title for the work........... Now this aspect, the naming, is interesting in a curious minds want to know sort of way. Until recent times sculptures have never been named, leaving it to the perceiver to decide whatever about the work; then started a little writing about some sculpture pieces as a result of actually looking at what had been sculpted, and now with the latest work an obvious name arose even while trying to grasp a flow of something, anything, to sculpt. This is especially curious as being any sort of deep and meaningful artistic type with something to say simply doesn’t add up at this end, just someone with a skill towards getting things to flow a bit. There are those that disagree with the above and do call me an artist, which I maintain I am not, and so it behooves me to point out the observable fact in anyone’s life that all those beings that inhabit your personal universe/s, each and everyone of them, is exactly as you are choosing to see them. Soooo using myself as an example where some claim I am an artist and I maintain I am not; we have a situation where it appears to many that someone must be wrong........ Thus it can be extrapolated that there lies the core of much of humanities strife and issues, the need to be right, often seen as “this is truth so you are wrong” sort of thing. This of course totally overlooks the obvious......... :-) :-) So am I an artist? Well you get to decide that, it is your universe, but I will likely continue to say I am not because that concept limits me (purely my stuff that last bit), and indeed I could even be tempted to wonder if I am even a “me” as it is you who decides the parameters of all “you’s” in your universe.
20th August Now we get to the afore mentioned rumour of the somewhat elvish adorning the sculpture walk...... “She” has arrived, queen of the supercilious, checking you out as one ascends to higher realms on the journey to Kauri Top and the decent to the labyrinth, (of life maybe). While her cohorts are obviously there to run around for her elvishness, legging it in eternal service to her avocado greenness, the whole creation another highlight by Heather.
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