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LarrySeiler
04-03-2004, 04:48 PM
Here is one plein air I did...sold long ago, a time of celebration for me-
http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/03-Apr-2004/532-backlit_peshtigowc.jpg

I've been reading an old book called, "Celebration of Discipline" by Richard Foster written in 1978.

Just thought I'd start a thread where I could come back and share thoughts as it relates to making art, life and faith....as an artist courtesy of this book.

Chapter 5 is on the Discipline of Study....I'll provide some excerpts and then some of my thoughts-

* "The purpose of the Spritiual Disciplines is the total transformation of the person. It aims at replacing old destructive habits of thought with new life-giving habits."

* The apostle Paul tells us that the way we are transformed is through the renewal of the mind (ROM.12:2) The mind is renewed by applying it to those things that will transform it."

*"Finally, brothers...whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things" (Phil. 4:8)

*"Jesus made it clear that it is the knowledge of the truth that will set us free. "You will know the truth and the truth will makeyou free: (Jn 8:32) Good feelings will not free us. Ecstatic experiences will not free us. Getting "high on Jesus" will not free us. Without a knowledge of the truth, we will not be free."

*Study is a specific kind of experience in which through careful observation of objective structures we cause thought processes to move in a certain way. Perhaps we study a tree or book. We see it, feel it. As we do, our thought processes take on an order conforming to the order in the tree or book. When done with concentration, perception and repetition, ingrained habits of thought are formed."

*"We must once again emphasize that the ingrained habits of thought that are formed will conform ot the order of the thing being studied. What we study determines what kind of habits are to be formed. That is why Paul urged us to center on things that are true, honorable, just, pure, lovely and gracious."

we are working our way now to a point I am close to making...

earlier in the book, chp 2 on the Discipline of Meditation...Foster says some of these-

*"If we are constantly being swept off our feet with frantic activity, we will be unable to be attentive at the moment of inward silence. A mind that is harassed and fragmented by external affiars is hardly prepared for meditation. The church Fathers often spoke of Otium Sanctum: "holy leisure." It refers to a sense of balance in the life, an ability to be at peace through the activities of the day, an ability to rest and take time to enjoy beauty, an ability to pace ourselves."

*"If we are to succeed in the contemplative arts, we must pursue "holy leisure" with a determination that is ruthless to our datebooks."
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There are many reasons that mankind is moved to express themselves creatively...and, we are also aware (many of faith) that the pursuit of gain, wealth and such (while providing provision for need) can appeal to and bring out the lowest that mankind's nature has to offer. Some even willing to sell their mother if need be.... ;)

In the process of coming into the faith..God brings us face to face with ourselves. Brick by brick old foundations for why we did things are taken apart so that God might do a new work and build a new and better foundation. We get to see ourselves thru His eyes...

I look back and see sadly just how important it was for me to make it. To be known. As good as those known...and then, perhaps to be said to be better yet. My near 20 years in wildlife art was perfect for that....for the wildlife art machine is a well oiled machine. For years and years...competitions in state, regional and national levels evolved to set standards of excellence.

A person might win best of show in a small town art fair for a duck painting, but...would they beat out 400 painters competing for $2 million in the Federal duck stamp? Always one has to prove to themselves. Then of course, galleries weren't looking for additonal wildlife artists to be in their galleries unless your bio suggested it worth their time. So again, proving oneself was necessary.

My faith too went so far as to justify it. Why...if I for one... would prove myself faithful in the little things, so I could expect God to bless me with greater things. If I did my part...God will do his. So long as I would testify and give Him glory, then I reasoned I would be safe from the trappings that success has. No need for God's chastisements, no worries about ego inflation that would feed my flesh. I could point to the countless opportunities while in the spotlight I used the occasion to give God the glory.

I definitely saw being in the light an advantage for promoting the kingdom.

Years and years later...I see that much of our need to advance is connected to hidden motives of the heart. Cries of the flesh. There is a definite spirit of the world...but we are called out of all that.

My observations now are that so many jump into making art thinking themselves to possess a measure of talent, but more importantly as a means to get out of a job they do not like to make money they do not have.

What took me a dozen years to develop...and still fifteen more...so many expect to know within a year or two or their risk in buying art materials will be deemed to not have been worthwhile. It seems to most common question after having made ten works is..."how do I get into a gallery?"...or "how can I improve my sales on ebay?"...and in reading the rest of their thoughts you really get the feeling they are on edge.

My hope is that artists might be conduits for something else.

We live in an age of appetites that hunger for immediate sensate gratification and it grows worse and worse.

Fine works of art as objects that promise to offer satisfaction is a concept that is being lost rapidly to the modern age generation. Money spent on one of my paintings would probably make possible to see most of the latest movies each month for an entire year. To run here and there. Dial up on the cellphone and contact this person and that one. Go to the mall, drive here...there...do this and that. Why the heck have something that does nothing hanging on a wall for THAT kind of money?

The true richness and blessing in painting for me...is not what material gain I might enjoy in its selling. It would be first to experience a moment that garnishes praise and thanksgiving in living...and secondly, a hope to transfer a sense of that priority to another.

I would hope that a hectic moment causing pressure to come unglued might send the office CEO to his or her office...close their door. AS frantic thoughts wrestle for their minds....perhaps they gaze up at a sublime image of sunlight filtering thru a mix of trees and a lonely point of shore's edge jutting out into a lake.

The mind entertains the memories...and briefly the loss of cares. It reminds that there is so much more to life, and strength is found.

For myself...to develop and possess eyes that see is an amazing gift from God. To stand there with an easel and blank canvas outdoors before nature, soaking in the moment...gives opportunity for expression of praise. The exercise reveals secrets and mysteries of elements of beauty and I feel an enlargening within.

If the work never sells...I have already been handsomely paid.

Going back to what Foster said- Study is a specific kind of experience in which through careful observation of objective structures we cause thought processes to move in a certain way. Perhaps we study a tree or book. We see it, feel it. As we do, our thought processes take on an order conforming to the order in the tree or book. When done with concentration, perception and repetition, ingrained habits of thought are formed."

painting plein air....(outdoor on location) is just that, a specific kind of careful observation. We see it...we feel it, we express it. Habits of thought ARE formed, and they are one of thanksgiving.

Romans 1 is a chapter controversial in nature today. It is often used as an example of what happens to an ungodly society...and in a condemnatory way.

I see the chapter as a warning because it is first addressed to those "who knew" God. Having lost the art of maintaining a heart that is thankful, those that once knew God slip away...and become ungodly, and meet a terrible end.

The specific habits formed as Foster suggests work to maintain a heart of celebration. Our faith reminds us to whom expressions of praise in our art is due.

Even in our churches today...(I was a youth pastor over 20 years in three churches subsequently), there is this frenzy of creating newer and more programs. The family gets divided. Adults over here...kids over there. Then there is further division. There are Monday night home cell group meetings, Tuesday night this or that...Wednesday night midweek services, Thursday night Praise and Prayer group meetings, Friday night specials...evangelists and so forth...Saturday picnics and softaball teams, and church twice on Sundays.

Little time to reflect, be alone...reach out to the world.

The artist seeking to be alone and productive appears alloof and even suspiciously rebellious.

What I see though is a very large number of people coming to church to get blessed. Draining throughout the week, they want their spiritual batteries recharged.

Yet...Sunday, or the day of rest is for the purpose of giving God HIS day. To honor Him.

It is not a time to assess the worship team, how the message was or reflect and compare notes with others as we walk out the door if last week was better. In time...a dissatisfaction arises and soon people talk about checking out another church.

It is not about our going to be blessed or to get....but to go and to give. To be instead, a blessing.

I believe the artist as a faith filled individual has an advantage, and I would hope more would know it. Not fearing to being alone and often even preferring it...the individual incubates. Thinks. Finds his/her spiritual batteries recharge. Less needful for such at church. In creating. In studying and developing as Foster says, "habits"...we are more contemplative. Our spirit communes as deep calling onto deep.

The need isn't more church programs, but less. People need to be seekers not of church offerings...but of God, and painting...getting away from everyone is one way I've learned to do this.

Having less sense of urgency to be blessed, I am less a burden to pastoral staff.

Current statistics are that 80% or more of pastors die in their 50's....and this due to stress. Man is not meant to replace or be a substitute for God. When we make someone responsible for assuring we are blessed, we are asking something of them that was never meant to be.

So...to wrap up this long long rant...I don't know if you are finding success in sales. I encourage and implore that you count your blessings. Thank God for the satisfaction you enjoy, the contemplation of the creative lifestyle. Think less yourself the rebel because you'd rather be painting or making art than be at a meeting. In fact...you are pressing in in a more personal manner and in a way that you were designed.

See your creative moments as opportunities to complete the cycle. Celebrate creation not only of the work you are doing but of the Creator's intent and His good pleasure in making you to do so. God celebrates over you....and you too should see it as celebration.

I believe also....that as you do, your work will grow and develop a spark that demands more attention. Scriptures are clear that God inhabits the praises of His people. AS you celebrate in the act of creating...and offer praise, I believe His spirit will come upon you. I believe I can pray to see as perhaps I might not otherwise see....and to be shown mysteries. It is a time of romancing and wooing. Expression a demonstration of love, and joy.

I believe others needful, empty, searching and hungering will sense something in your work.

http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/03-Apr-2004/532-finished.jpg

Here is a 16" x 20" oil done here in NE Wisconsin, standing off the side of a road in snow with my halfbox French easel. It was an overcast day...but I saw beauty in the contrasts, the quiet somberness. It was for me a definite moment of quieting the spirit, a celebration of life...the grace for one more day.
peace...

Larry

sassybird
04-04-2004, 12:36 AM
Your musings follow much of how I think. Making it big has never really been a concern to me. What motivates me to paint comes from everything around me, everything that is part of God. When I look at your work I see the spirit within it. You are not just a landscape artists you are a testament.

Letting God break us to build that strong foundation is often hard for people to allow. Everyone wants to be in control. Well, we are not entirely in control. God has his plans for each of us, and we will not go home until we have completed all the things he wants us to do on earth. A small population of the world has been blessed with talent, and an even smaller group has seen that gift for what it is, and they try to let God show them what he wants others to see though their work. We have his backing if we will ourselves be his instrument, and get out of the drivers seat. Somethings go against our nature, even good things. My memaw told me when I was very young that God always gets his word in first, and anything else that comes to mind is that of the devil. I try to remember that when I paint, and give thanks for my talent. I am finally getting a bit of recognition for my work, but ego had nothing to do with it. In fact I really had nothing to do with it other than doing the work. I did not seek out these opportunities, they just came out of no where. I will not, however, put the work or the recognition above God though. It is not me but him that has opened some doors, and my chance to witness for his glory.

artbyjune
04-04-2004, 09:49 AM
I thoroughly enjoyed your 'ramblings'. I had never heard the term otium sanctum or holy leisure but it is very apt.

I also like your paintings!!

June

Joyefull
04-04-2004, 10:58 AM
Larry.....thanks for sharing this beautiful work.....both the paintings and the inside work. When I am feeling threatened by artificial needs I always experience a sense of loss of creative power. The stress of that need (checkbook or ego) seems to pinch off the flow of co-creating and letting God's creative process guide. So I have learned to address the real need so I don't have to burden the creative process with behavorial patterns that give me some artificial persona that I have to live up to. If we have to live up to "successful artist, known artist, prolific artist, prize winning artist" we are coming from a point of judgement and it gets in the way.

The real need is to co-create and fulfill why I came here.....it is a joyous state rather than a painful stressed one. I often meditate before I paint and ask for God's blessing to align myself with my soul and to open a passageway for guidance. Then it flows.....I don't think about selling or being successful or producing a masterpiece.....just get into that intimate relationship of co-creating. The piece that comes to mind that seemed to flow effortlessly was a piece that was requested by and donated to the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation In Lexington, Kentucky for their art auction, dinner. The theme was Angels Among Us and so this piece came off the end of my brush....Angels Among Us. When I was at the artist's reception with my Grandson as my date, the little four-year-old girl with CF (poster child) came up took my hand and led me to that painting and said, "This angel watches over me." She was a part of the intimacy of co-creating and totally gave me chills!

It sold for $900 and hopefully it helped find a cure for CF. I cannot help but notice that the validation felt wonderful. It all falls into place......"Seek ye first the Kingdom of God, and, all these things will be added unto you." Joyefull

http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/38396-Angels_Among_Us.jpg

LarrySeiler
04-04-2004, 12:00 PM
thanks Charissa and June....

In reflecting on your comment Charissa that everyone wants to be in control, this is most difficult and was for me.

Control of us....

For near 20 years as a believer...I had been involved in many many ministries. My art was always there...but as far as the church was concerned, it was of little pertinence to the needs of their programs and its signficance only to how it might better promote their aims. It always struck me odd to hear of our need to reach out to the world yet we were expected as "the faithful" to be as involved with the church as was possible-
Monday night home cell groups, Tuesday night Bible Studies, Wednesday Evening Midweek services, Thursday night praise service, Friday night specials such as evangelists, Saturday Church picnics and softball, and twice to church on Sundays.

Where was the time to be active in world outreach?

Also odd to me...was that the world was constantly at my doorstep wanting to know more of what it was that I was doing as an artist, and as a musician. Seems I was constantly popping up over the past number of decades in television spots, newspapers, radio. In fact...I was just featured in a Rhinelander television news spot for a recording studio I put together with area philanthropy donations for high school students.

When I won a major stamp competition, the world was there...but not the church. Perhaps a smile in passing. Yet if one missed a service you'd hear, "Gee..we missed you last night!"

Really..? So, if I stayed home for a couple weeks, everyone would certainly go out of their way to pay a visit. Perhaps that might have been a way to get them into my studio and gallery. I'll bet I can count on my two hand's fingers how many believers, staff included...took time to visit my studio/gallery over the years.

For years and years...I struggled to feel comfortable calling myself an artist. Perhaps that was because I saw myself in constant growth and flux and a student of the arts seemed more proper. Even though I was and had been winning competitions, heard constantly from other artists, taught workshops and such I still had difficulties calling myself an artist.

Perhaps part of that was the little significance being such seemed to play upon the churches I was involved with. Here were all those messages on reaching out to the world, which is exactly what I had been doing and near always doing. I would see every strategy with intent to do so fizzle out, basically each time coming down to a bless me club within the four walls... and constant pressure upon me to prove myself one of the faithful by continuing great levels of involvement. No one seemed to really be interested in how an artist might reach out to the world.

Then there is the issue of Control where we like to control the big "me"...
We all know that people tend to like to talk...but rarely listen. The need to express is a huge one. Perhaps we presume others are listening, but in the end it doesn't matter so much as we get to spill our guts out.

People might even often pray in the pattern of "Oh God...I need this, and that, please open doors for that blessing for me, oh...and touch Johnny's cold. Amen!"

Communication to truly happen is two way, and time and place must be given to have a response from the other end.

In time...I hope people will see more and more how faith makes its connection to art. The spiritual end of it...is who we are inside, and to deny or not understand is to be like the person that does all the talking on the phone and then hangs up before the person on the other end responds.

One might as well purchase a new phone and connect it to the wall...but not bother to contact the phone service to complete the step of full connection. After all....if we aren't going to listen for a response, what's the point? Its just all about "me"....

The artist is in the perfect position to connect, to hear the response, but to do so the "me" has to get out of the way...just long enough to listen.

My past life was just too cluttered, too chaotic. In a little over 20 years I had been a youth pastor three different times, a key administrator for the Salvation Army, a frontman in a Contemporary Christian band, a keynote speaker for organizations such as the Fellowship of Christian Athletes...and I even chaplained their summer camps. I was a university of Wisconsin Chi Alpha pastor for two years.

Unfortunately my life, its circumstances..the chaos and the clutter made my hearing dull. How could not activity and evidence of my willingness to throw myself into it not prove my love and dedication to the Lord and His service?

Then...there is the world's control, in that modernity has a pattern. Ought not zeal and a proven record pave way for further promotion? Even in the church we cite that if we are faithful in the little things, God will be faithful to give us greater things.

Thus...with my past, by all means one would predict, one would EXPECT that I should by now at 49 years of age have my own church, a thriving ministry, be heading some grand worship team or something. Yet...the obvious would not be so obvious to me until I was more or less divinely surgically removed.

Promotion?

My life came to a head...a point of crisis. The floor was crumbling beneath me..and one by one possible options in my life for directions to go was being decided for me. My wife's illness coming upon her was the deciding forcing mechanism that I was going to have to get back into teaching for the sake of decent benefits.

I had been living a divided life. My church life with all its activities that marked me as one of the "faithful"...the various jobs I had to take on to make ends meet as an artist struggling in a football/beer culture, and hanging onto and continuing to keep going a reputation I had as an artist and musician. There was so so much "me"...I certainly couldn't hear what God might have been saying on the other end of the line. I did a lot of talking, but little listening.

So...was I promoted?

I was brought to a little logging community...of 1000 people in the midst of a national forest to teach K-12 art to a student population of 300... No thriving area church communities. No one ever heard of a youth pastor before. Little chance of measurable accolade.

I have struggled for the longest time, missing corporate fellowship, spirit filled praise and worship...and listen to cd's on Sunday mornings as well as a few satelite programs. Once a month or so...I might drive some distance to take in a service. I found one small gospel chapel on a Native American reservation with 15 adults and about six children.

I yet have a band I play with, getting together only a few times a year to play since they are about 4 hours away. Artists in their own right, our band called "Beggar's Joy"...some members formerly of the worship team I played with. I am admired really by former church friends for managing to yet be strong in faith though I have no church life as they.

The truth is...my connection on my phone line is beginning to become activated, more and more. I am getting more sense there is Someone on the other end interested in me. Not for all that I might contribute to the kingdom, but simply in "me"....

He doesn't say, "Gee...missed you last night" because I happened not to be somewhere, but beckons me to engage Him wherever I am.

Inspite of my life's chaos being reduced, I manage to find so much reason to be busy at school and home.

Where does faith and art connect? Why is such a forum like this good? If you are like me...your creative moments are not just a rushing to do something, but a vacating of things that would hang like dross upon you. Not just an escape to...but an escape from.

The moment of setting up an easel is a surrendering of what things have demanded of your time to commit to focus now to one thing. The Holy Leisure invitation gives you singleness of purpose. A time to reflect on beauty. The occasion of the sublime.

There are no crowds to applaud your efforts...yet, there is One present that you become aware of.

When I paint...I have a great sense of value not for what things I could have been doing for the kingdom, but that for that particular point in time, that one moment...if no one else in the world was taking time to celebrate life, beauty, sanity, joy for living, the awesomeness of the Creator; if all others were caught up in the ugliness of the horrors falling upon the world, at least one person was celebrating simple things.

My easel set before me...as a church bulletin's morning program. The colors come together as a congregation to unite and sing praises together, lavishly adorned on my palette. The canvas sits at the ready, and then comes the sermon. Sunlight falling thru openings in the landscape, the presence of God's hand is felt, mysteries...an unknown tongue...that defines beauty like a special word from the Lord calling thereupon for discernment and sensitivities to interpret.

The tempo raises to a pitch, the buttery paint ladened brush does its joyful dance of celebration. The work becomes an offering of praise, and there is a sense of having honored and blessed God.

David was called a "friend of God"....and perhaps while there are arguably more progressive agendas pushing the church forward, there may yet be a special need for some to be simply friends of God.

Like priests entering the Holy of Holies on behalf of the people, we enter a realm of solitude. Our focus to take in...to listen, to respond, and oddly enough we might find our creative efforts have ministered to the Lord.

Psalm 111:2-4 has become more and more my life's passage. As I dwell on the possible significance of my life...it says, "Great are the works of the Lord; they are pondered by all who delight in them. Glorious and majestic are His deeds, and His righteousnes endures forever. He has caused his wonders to be remembered; the Lord is gracious and compassionate."

There are a people that delight in the works of the Lord...and those works most obvious to us are the heavens, the stars of the night, the hills and the mountains, the forests and the lakes, the vast oceans. Who ponders, studies more on such things than poets, writers, song writers, and artists? But...it took the promotion of isolation to a desolate place to see unashamedly, unabashedly that I am what I am...not only because I am but because God has before the foundations of the earth known me, and intended that I should be one that would cause His wonders to be remembered.

I respond to beauty...and paint that which captivates my wonder because God has caused His wonders to be remembered. My works will outlive and survive me, not as a legacy to me so much but to demonstrate, to be a testimony to a future time that God's wonders impressed this creative soul. It might not be apparent to that world that I was not a pantheist or was just trying to make a living for myself....yet God's Spirit goes where He will, and accomplishes what He desires.

Perhaps the areas I paint will one day be overrun and destroyed with development and progress, and will be a visual statement of the beauty that once was. Hard to say...but what a wonderment to understand your place and purpose.

You...created for this purpose. If no one else understands the significance of it...you must.

Sure...in the early new born faith years being connected is imperitive to growth, study and understanding of scriptures and so forth.

I am not advocating leaving the church....but, I do want a malady to be understood if I might be permitted to rant just a bit more. Go back to my first post...and see again that people are over extending their involvement in programs and church because of such a strong need to be blessed, touched of God.

The church however has become a competitor with God. Instead of becoming that conduit...that open line of a phone heavenward, it is like a phone just connected to a wall. Like someone inbetween telling you what the word is from the other end instead of your hearing that word for yourself.

Coming to get blessed instead of coming filled prepared to worship and give, a strange void is growing in people. There can be only so many attempts to move from one church to another in efforts to find a greater source of blessing. Eventually one has to spiritually grow up. One has to discover their source alone has to be God. Then, filling up during the week....staying connected and in touch, one is not going for the purpose of getting batteries recharged but for the purpose of being a blessing to others and to God. His day, not ours.

Here is something deep I share with you...and not all will get it, but that is okay. In the book Song of Songs or "Song of Solomon"...is a metaphor of the bride seeking her beloved...in the first chapter starting at verse 7,
"Tell me, you whom I love, where you graze your flock and where you rest your sheep at midday. Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your friends?

some translations translate the word "friends" here with competitors.

Its full meaning is like those that are sheep herders or shepherds that have been entrusted with the care of a flock of sheep.

Here the bridge is complaining. Hungry for the presence of her beloved, she gets no closer to him than to simply be in the presence of his friends. She hears second hand from them how things are going. Of promises to come. An occasional word that strikes very close to heart.

She wearies of the friends hearing directly from her beloved what she is not so privileged to hear. So, she complains to the beloved...why do I have to be treated this way? Why must I get things second hand? Why can't I simply enjoy being in your presence...hear from her directly?

The answer comes in verse eight-
"If you do not know, most beautiful of women, follow the tracks of the sheep and graze your young goats by the tents of the shepherds."

Here...the beloved makes clear that if His presence is not well understood or known. If the safety of venturing out away from the flock is not to go assuredly into the presence directly of the beloved...it is best to resolve to be content for now and remain.

Do we not hunger for the presence? Does not our creative pulse yearn for His smile?

Again...I emphasize I am not suggesting to leave the church. Fellowship is important. But I am suggesting there evidently is a place where those made ready might directly feed from His presence....be amongst His most direct flock. Its not a hierarchal thing....not a one is better than another thing. IT is all grace and decisions made on His end. He is, like Charissa has pointed out...breaking us and building a newer stronger foundation.

If anything might be applied...I guess I want you to know I understand those strugglings to be an artist misunderstood in an endless demand of your time. Those constant questions of what your purpose is to be? If your desire to create stems from the flesh...is a state of rebellion.

If you are new unto Him...birthed anew...your old nature has been done away. God is replacing old want to's with new ones. Your desires to be creative IS a testimony to what God does in new hearts. Don't despair. Find the means even if for short durations to escape. Come to the quiet. See your art making as an opportunity to celebrate. Let your work be as unto Him, an act of a sacrifice of praise. Let it be Otium Sanctum Holy Leisure.

LarrySeiler
04-04-2004, 12:07 PM
.....I don't think about selling or being successful or producing a masterpiece.....just get into that intimate relationship of co-creating. Joyefull


what a wonderful work here.....!!!!! Very cool....

Here is the paradox for the world...
as we quit trying, and rather surrender...as we approach in our weakness, rather than our strengths, then He becomes strength thru us.

The best way for me to approach a new scene to be painted is not with my accolade to hold promise to. Nature will be unimpressed regardless with my presence. It is each and every time to come as a little child.

And...for those of us that work with children, a child is innocent, easily filled with awe, most inquisitive. Loves to play.

The pressure to be successful gets in the way of that, and I think personally looking over a body of work, one can sense where the joy has left the making and it has become effort.

Larry

LarrySeiler
04-04-2004, 12:16 PM
Here I am playing....celebrating...shutting out the world, engaging, communing, being what I am....wonder if any others might have such pictures. Wonder still...if God does not have a photo album Himself showing such like a proud Father...hahahha......

http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/532-posing4action2.jpg

How easy it is...to feel like the innocent child sensing awe when you work in my office spaces!

Larry

LarrySeiler
04-04-2004, 12:32 PM
I have a spot roughly two miles from my house that presents various moods, a mill pond...and it is a place I find my heart and spirit set free. Many painters have had such places...such as for Monet his haystack fields as well as Van Gogh.

here was one early spring afternoon-
http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/532-start_reference.jpg

and yet one more-
http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/532-start_reference2.jpg

from this came two paintings-
http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/532-finished_painting.jpg

http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/532-finished_painting2.jpg

and as if any more aesthetic stimulus was needed, I was blessed to be visited with this eagle that flew over a number of times, circling... and all I could do was smile, and receive the moment...
http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/532-eagle.jpg

and finally...I did spend one of the afternoons with the presence of a good close friend, my curly hair golden retriever Ashley-
http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/532-ashley.jpg

There is something spiritually metaphorically unique about a painter outdoors chasing the effects that light has on the earth. It truly is a time of deep calling onto deep....and a painting is the evidence of that experience.

artbyjune
04-04-2004, 02:05 PM
There is something spiritually metaphorically unique about a painter outdoors chasing the effects that light has on the earth. It truly is a time of deep calling onto deep....and a painting is the evidence of that experience.



I thought this was a very interesting comment on what a plein air artist does as s/he paints outdoors. I could just sense that but never quite conceived of it like that before.

I haven't really done any outdoors work except for a few small sketches when I sit in the park. The light and the shadows are intriguing but I sense that it would not be until you open to the experience in a spiritual way (sense of awe ) that your paintings would start to 'shine'. Yours certainly shine like this.

June

LarrySeiler
04-04-2004, 07:47 PM
thanks June...

here is one I did today...though it was 27 degrees and I had to stop due to the length of time standing in the cold. I didn't get to finish the trees to the right, and shadows were falling in a way I couldn't judge my palette any longer. I'll finish it instudio...but, it was great. We had sun...had to get out. Was very peaceful, and once again I brought my little Ashley with....

Sorry for the pic, but the sun caused glare...
http://www.wetcanvas.com/Community/images/04-Apr-2004/532-blackwell3.jpg

Chasing the light...is exactly what I did this afternoon...just finishing up a bit ago.

peace

Larry

Joyefull
04-04-2004, 09:55 PM
Larry.....beautiful work....again who you really are. I don't see that you are leaving the world behind when you are out there in nature...because you are so intimately involved with the reality of it. What you left behind was the crazymaking demands of artificial needs that you somehow feel you have to live up to. I strongly recommend you get a copy of The Artist's Way by Julie Cameron and keep those morning pages going to understand those inner conflicts that so many creative people recognize.

The church will never replace the worship and joy that you feel when you are painting and really fitting into your purpose of co-creating. If you are too busy and hyper-vigilant about all those activities and "shoulds", somehow Larry will get lost and that would be a tradgedy. Calling yourself an artist is an inner validation....I finally learned to do it without feeling presumptive. And.......wonder of wonders.....when I called myself that......other's responded to me in exactly that way. Rather than serve the artificial needs of the world's demands on you.....perhaps it would be good to experiment to follow your heart without any recriminations......hearing the whispers of that intimate relationship with God, the master creator separate from the church's loud clamoring. They are two very separate things IMHO.

Been there.....done that and have solved the inner conflict of being who I really am and enjoying every minute of it. And! Miracle.....it only took six decades! LOL

Joyefull

sassybird
04-04-2004, 11:14 PM
Your work always makes me want to go outside and listen to the birds, soak up a bit of sun, and thank God for all the small blessings we overlook at times.

I do not have a home church either, Larry. Dave and I commune with God as a family, and I have many online friends to share with. Prayer chains that cover the world. What more could we ask? People I have never met fill the void of not having a church to go to. A church does not have to be made of mortar and block, it is in the heart and all that surrounds us. Fortunately you and I live in more isolated areas, Boise being 45 miles away for me. Going out and listening to the night, looking at the starts and moon reminds me of the glory of God.

artbyjune
04-05-2004, 01:37 PM
Full of light, clean and clear. What a lovely painting!

I have a new dog (Yorkie about 2 years old)....just in the process of training him to sit for five mintues at a time whilst I sit in the park. Once he's used to the routine, hopefully he will be able to sit patiently for longer periods whilst I sketch...later in the summer.

June