One of the migrating birds, the Shearwater spends extended periods over water.
They fly in units of graceful singular and collective movement. Their
relationship to air and sea is intrinsic, revealing the connectedness of all life
to its environment in constant flux and in constant harmony. Plankton to fish to
birds to clouds, the same form transformed slightly to allow their uniqueness,
shows this participation in the life cycle of collective existence.
An isthmus is a narrow strip of land connecting two larger bodies. It is a
razor's edge by which the collective-individual bond is held in balance.
Discipline and desire, the edge itself. Virtue illustrates a commitment to the
collective, while defending a staunch individualism. Paradox reveals that only by
committal to the one can you achieve the other. The alternative is a single
entity in perpetual search for its opposite.
The father figure (center right) is erect and resolute as head of family and as
individual, prepared to check any antagonist. The constant of the moon is now
replaced by the muse figure (center) as collective's dual, in singular,
individualistic resolve. Allegorized forces push against him. He rebuffs them
not with a fist but an open hand as his spiritual response. Force rings pervade
the landscape in oscillations of opposites, as the forces unseen yet accepted,
work for him.
I'm in a parking lot I'm behind a wheel
I'm in a shopping mall I don't know what I feel
I need to look ahead I need to know what's real
I need to open up rather than conceal
The rain is falling it falls upon my head
It makes a living sound but my head is dead
I focus on things bound to be misread
Mistaking two dimensions for three instead
Something's happening concerning control
A few powerful sources do take their toll
Pull at your life strings strip your soul
forget where you come from don't look at the whole
Identity gained from material possession
To have or have not creates powerful impression
but all that you own won't hold in suspension
your true self revealed from close introspection
The pendulum swings with haunting regularity
Your health decreases by degrees of severity
There's no use worrying about posterity
The rules of death take you involuntarily
When a storm approaches from the ocean side
A smart man braces for the rough ride
To remain in the elements is suicide
And flight simply goes against pride
Cold wind and rain pound hard on expression
That hole in the dike that suffers direction
The game of chance a dangerous inflection
As truth is concealed without calculation
The time is not right for a pessimist
Problems are much too pressing for this
The Me Generation is terribly amiss
There are no solutions from the existentialist
Your one time around has a collective bent
It isn't something you can circumvent
You take the key and you pay the rent
Male and Female are self evident
Culmination human being
Nothing's changed from what I've seen
Three dimension love pristine
A fourth dimension Am unseen
Lust is the first indication of paradox inherent in individual/collective
oscillations. Strive for one and you get the other. Either direction. Strive
for love and unity and you are inundated with self pleasure. Strive for self
pleasure and you are bound to the emotional responses of another.
The two central female figures illustrate the dilemma for the blue man. For
though he tries to shield himself from inclusion, the lustful self-centered act
(on right) will result in realities of a communal nature (left pregnant figure).
The inverted figures above each female represent these realities: the right,
inverted male figure imagines the sexual act; the upper left inverted female
figure imagines giving birth. The joined figures above the blue man are the
cosmic dancing opposites of individual-collective. Again the moon holds fast in
constant reminder of the forces that drive. What are now referred to as force
rings, pervade the landscape and represent "all that exists which is unseen."
The force of passion is a primal force toward collective thinking. The sexual
instinct to connect with another forces social participation upon us and out of
self sufficiency. Here, the two figures embrace in an attitude of pursuit and
submition, two individual entities forging a single unit. But not simply in
coital intent, there is a locking of emotional states in a single purpose also.
Those who know the language of love instinctively perceive when the connection is
made. It is beyond rational or logical reflection. It is present tense, kinetic
The scene is filled with symbolic representations of this. Waves are fluid and
symmetrical, moving with and against the shifting sands. The couple, bathed in
their own inner light, stand in a tide pool which has separated from the ocean to
become its own creative force. A flock of Sanderlings fly just above the shore
in perfect collective movement. Rock outcroppings stand as sentinels preserving
the natural order, and the crescent moon shines once again its constant reminder
of the unseen forces that drive.
The composition is a family portrait in collective mode. Father as thinking muse;
wife as protector of family; eldest child as morphing individualism; youngest
child as instinctive dependence. The woman's hand on her womb in total, natural
synchronicity with the as yet, unborn child.
The landscape is harmonious also with symmetrical arcs representing tidal and
river flow in a dance of opposites. The moon represents constant, unchanging and
greater forces about us: physical forces of gravity, centrifugal, nuclear and
magnetic forces. The social forces of predator or prey, want and desire. Inner
forces of love and belonging, spiritual and communal bonds. All present but
unseen. This collective Family unit, in full naked armor of present tense
spirituality, directs the figure leaning into the stream to anoint himself, as
yielding to all of these forces.
If spirituality is to be found in presence rather than in the dogma of glorified history or future hope, then life experience in presence is the place to begin. Love is tangible in the here and now, all senses of the body connect with its aura. We can see love in our eyes. We can touch love in the flesh or hear it in our voices or smell the scent of love in bed and taste it at the family dinner table. One may dwell on love's meaning their entire life and never find clarification. Or one may live it. Spiritual symmetry is the absorption and assimilation of our feelings as they happen.
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