There are a minefield of dilemmas in life that your mother never tells you about and that is exactly how I feel about choosing a topic for my theme book.
Celtic shape in wood block
The basis of my problem is that I love so many themes. The Illustrated Manuscripts and Celtic Art in general have fascinated me for most of my adult life. Carnival is another topic that gets under my skin, and I have 100's of images from my 10 years of living in Lanzarote.
Carnival
Then there is my long passion with yoga and Indian philosophy, I have practised the art since I was 21 and been a yoga teacher for 14 years; and coincidently I was accepted onto the BA course in Indian Philosophy at Lampeter in Wales 2 years ago. I declined after an agonising decision about the sheer volume of studying and reading pitted against giving up creative projects. One word can sometimes trigger and explosion of imagery and when I heard the word 'Shunyata' once during a lecture, which means something like 'emptiness yet full of possibilities', I sketched and drew until I had a solid idea to create a large mosaic picture for my home.
Shunyata
My everyday life is also infused with what
Eckhart Tolle calls living in the
Now. His book 'Stillnes Speaks' and 'The Power of Now' have had a profound effect on my life. Each day I consider one of his talks or sit in the garden meditating on the silence hidden in everything all around us. He says it is out of silence that creativity is borne, ideals are realised and things are given meaning. Even
Albert Einstein once said "I think 99 times and I don't discover anything. I stop thinking, dive into a deep silence and the truth comes to me".
Laying horizontally in a tub of organic bath bubbles, I had a light bulb moment about my theme book. The theme book could have a working title of 'The Moment' or 'Out of Silence', or The Now'? Because it is in my everyday life, when I am least expecting it, perhaps when I am quite, that I see and hear something I personally consider extraordinary, it jolts my senses and I have linger. I don't necessarily want to make sense of it intellectually, but to capture its essence. These things I come across can come at any time, from hearing a piece of music to reading one line of a poem, and it can only sometimes be categorised, like Carnival colours or the imagery of Indian philosophy.
There is an internal thrill when you come upon some visual gem, at the very moment in time when it is being expressed, to me it is without equal. For example one morning I woke up and circles of bright golden light were dancing on the wall of my bedroom by sunlight playing on the angle of the the window shutters. I watched in stunned silence until the light changed and the image disappeared. I got up and the imagery went straight to my sketchbook.
Rows of worshippers beads at a Holy well,
I could see this in stitch immediately!
Another day I was hanging washing on my terrace when some glass bricks caught my eye. Due to the activity on the other side of the glass bricks, the colour, shape and light all kept altering and stretching. I ran for my sketchbook to catch the ephemeral movement, its strange shapes and colour.
Shapes in Glass bricks
I think my mother may approve of my choice, but will my tutor?