HOLLY FRIESEN ~ The Roaring Inside
Roaring Dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind, now that we know this, throw away the oars. ~ Jack Kerouac
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
A Breath of Spring in The Berkshires
Just home from a glorious three days spent in the cocooning green of the Berkshire Mountains. I feel nourished and replenished from the inside out. We found this enchanting
little cottage to rent just outside of Great Barrington and spent our days soaking up the beauty.
The more I paint green the more I feel red. The earth just opens up and spills her colors out in a joyful burst of energy that blends all my senses into one synesthetic experience.
A funny thing happens when one is in such direct dialogue with the surrounding environment. At moments, there is no separation between the painter, the painting and the painted...these are perfect moments when time stands still and briefly one is given a glimpse into the sublime.
And then there are moments when I am so captivated by the sublime that I step heedlessly backwards, falling into the very cold pool and shocking every cell awake in my body with surprise!
Every morning came rolling through the hills with slight variations in color, texture and light. It is a gift to have enough time to paint several versions of the same place. The rhythms and dynamics of place become more deeply felt as one grows closer in intimacy from spending time listening with the whole body.
Now I will take these paintings back to the studio with me and let them simmer, some are closer to completion than others. Some will become their own story and others will be the starting point for larger paintings. A soul satisfying romp through the Berkshire Hills.
little cottage to rent just outside of Great Barrington and spent our days soaking up the beauty.
Cloud Pool
Surrounding view of the living, breathing landscape.
It's been a while since I came out of the studio to paint "alla prima".
In direct contact with the breath of spring, I could feel the green soaking into my bones.
The birdsong was a continual ecstatic rhapsody that filled the air with the colors of sky.
A funny thing happens when one is in such direct dialogue with the surrounding environment. At moments, there is no separation between the painter, the painting and the painted...these are perfect moments when time stands still and briefly one is given a glimpse into the sublime.
Textural beauty, colorful sounds, shifting patterns...the breath of spring.
Now I will take these paintings back to the studio with me and let them simmer, some are closer to completion than others. Some will become their own story and others will be the starting point for larger paintings. A soul satisfying romp through the Berkshire Hills.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Stillness
There
is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where
movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where
the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where
infinite becomes finite, yet not
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Time spent steeped in forest spirit
soothes the flesh though soul is bared,
in the stillness is remembrance
of how vast and loved we are.
In the midst of a very full, activity laden day, I encountered stillness at the
side of this small lake. My whole being expanded and became still with the lake.
It was remarkable to feel this enormous stillness as
part of all the movement within me.
Time spent steeped in forest spirit
soothes the flesh though soul is bared,
in the stillness is remembrance
of how vast and loved we are.
~J Brehmner
Gratitude to my friend, Dominique Normand for sharing her stillness of place with me today.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
When I lived among the roots...
...When I lived amongst the roots
they pleased me more than flowers did,
and when I spoke to a stone
it rang like a bell.
~Pablo Neruda
they pleased me more than flowers did,
and when I spoke to a stone
it rang like a bell.
~Pablo Neruda
| Weaving Roots of Time, triptych 48" x 72" acrylic on canvas |
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| Tree Poems 1 / 12" x 9" acrylic |
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| Tree Poems 2 / 12" x 9" acrylic |
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| Tree Poems 3 / 9" x 12" acrylic |
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| Tree Poems 4 / 12" x 9" acrylic |
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| Tree Poems 5 / 12" x 9" acrylic |
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| El Duende, 48" x 24" acrylic |
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| Lover's Limbs, 36" x 48" acrylic |
Monday, April 23, 2012
Revisitng the Rocks
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| Singing Rocks, Howling Wolves / 54" x 72" / acrylic on canvas |
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| Alchemical Nature / 54" x 72" / acrylic on canvas |
These two paintings were done about a year ago but I was never completely satisfied with them. They got put back in the racks and have sat there "simmering" all this time. I pulled one of them out with the intention of covering it with gesso and beginning a new piece. However when I saw it again I realized how much I have learned about painting in the last year and I wanted to work with this old friend again. All the problems that had remained unresolved were no longer problems but a joy to "let go into". Painting is like that, so much is learned through living life and soon all that we are, and all that we become flows into the work.
As the artist Judy Cheng says, "You begin to see beyond the subject and color, and eventually you just allow the paint to move you. Painting has given me a different perspective of looking at your surroundings. I see art in everything and it inspires me to continue to create, experience and enjoy."
I couldn't agree more, painting opens my heart and mind to realms that I would never have accessed on my own.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
In Honor of the Earth Today ~ 3 Rock Paintings
| Feminine Cocoon / 40" x 60" / oil on canvas Buy This Painting |
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| Forest Qualia / diptych 72" x 48" / acrylic on canvas Buy This Painting |
| Green Man, Earth Angel / 48" x 60" / acrylic on panel board Buy this painting |
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