Sunday, December 30, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
BOOK OF MIRRORS
I am reading light and shadow from the book of mirrors
In the valley of the wolf two deer hearts bound out
Of the darkness of the dream world
Grace opening upward over the fallen branches
The dead that did not reach their stride
Sleeping Goddess fetal in their veins
Unseasoned with the salt of the hearts blood
The season will come again
When the dead will rise from the compost
Antlers growing to the stars
Mirrors of what we are
Shadows but the turf
From what we become
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Feng Shui, Shamanic Journeys, Teaching
Feng Shui Consultations for homes, land and businesses
Shamanic Journeys for healing and greater self-awareness
Wisdom Teachings include shamanic, feng shui, creative/co-creative views and energy transmissions.
Art Exhibitions
Brian is available for all of these services.
cell 978-290-o572
brian@thepaintedstory.com
Shamanic Journeys for healing and greater self-awareness
Wisdom Teachings include shamanic, feng shui, creative/co-creative views and energy transmissions.
Art Exhibitions
Brian is available for all of these services.
cell 978-290-o572
brian@thepaintedstory.com
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Theater of the Painted Story
I have been before words
Facing one another
I have seen their meanings
Caught in the middle
Without beginning or end
I have been between words
Hoping life would fill the blank page
Hoping they would go away
Or fall out of order
In their service
Over their riff frontier
In their house of mind tissue
In windows hoping to break free
Of reflection
I attached worlds in their fierce making
And now retreat in words as simple souls
And let them free inside me
A book of wind
Poems of empty space
It takes a whole tribe to feel them
To fulfill who they are
I leave behind these poem shells
Sculptured layers from the sea
I pick them up again
At the shores edge
You can hear the vibration
In the ear of this one
Rearing in the star net
I keep casting in the waves
Haiku mind bee wax heart
Ice slowly melting
Cold fictions of the soul
I walk on the long thin ear of the sea
Where the beginning of vast moving mystery
Is the light greeting clouds
With the theater of my painted stories
With my eagle head of flame
And its memory of forged light
Spirals of my nomadic life
Sing in my palm like a giant
Keep growing in the waves
My names, my many names
I cleanse through the body
Carving my mast
In the terrarium
Of my ancestors
All worlds inside me
My paint blood miracles
And honey jar
For the weight of things
I perch in the fork of birch
Shiver silver branches
Alters space and object with thought
Leave for the unknown shore
Where angels with mirror wings
Rotate galaxies on the sea
Inside me
Womb of scared water
I listen hard for plantings
Surging gestations
Little wings at my door
Purifying rhythm of the old crows
Holding the moon in prayer
In the monastery sea light
I do the feather dance wonder
My space angels know me
As the holy one
With power bundle of antler and stone
Falling out of this world
Into another
This stranger’s strange story
Is our own
Story we can’t see inside us
You might find these words
When I am dead
I am never dead as most
Expressionless missing parts of me go through
My frozen mouth and busy thoughts
Spring snake
With twig I make
The tongue come out
Of the drifting stars
Shed news of our deeds
Tell us what we need
Bearing the earth’s crossroads
Into consciousness
On the brink of god
Cicadas in one song
Rain when you ride
In one drop of them all
Reach, touch, express
Acceleration of heart
Maps blaze in the tea belly
Traffic of stars inside
Glittering pieces of the world
In tender exaltation
Land flow through me
Beyond the hedge world
Rip ride the wind
Stretch my presence
Into blossom
Invisible branch on the window
Moving child to a new world
Remnants of an awkward beauty
Rustle inside us my friend
Labor of a head grown wing
To the nectar of heart
To be more than this
Hopeful awaiting god
And reverse this sentence
For greater wonder than this
Yes, yes
In the electric current
To keep me wanting more
Passage in your floral dress
Dance moves
Of fire and fog
Wind in each leaf
One tree at a time
Single address
Contained in it all
All we know is enough
For where we’re going
You dream you
And learn where you’re meant to
A rodeo of zeros
It is everything
It is nothing
Stringed to vibration
Many selves
In many worlds
My lessons thunder
Thousands of clear visions
I am home far away
Where the entrance keeps going
To be an entrance
Body veins sparkle
Near the vanished state
All edges of life leap
When you are about to be free in life
Stars pass
As floating ships of prophecy.
I have been before words
Facing one another
I have seen their meanings
Caught in the middle
Without beginning or end
I have been between words
Hoping life would fill the blank page
Hoping they would go away
Or fall out of order
In their service
Over their riff frontier
In their house of mind tissue
In windows hoping to break free
Of reflection
I attached worlds in their fierce making
And now retreat in words as simple souls
And let them free inside me
A book of wind
Poems of empty space
It takes a whole tribe to feel them
To fulfill who they are
I leave behind these poem shells
Sculptured layers from the sea
I pick them up again
At the shores edge
You can hear the vibration
In the ear of this one
Rearing in the star net
I keep casting in the waves
Haiku mind bee wax heart
Ice slowly melting
Cold fictions of the soul
I walk on the long thin ear of the sea
Where the beginning of vast moving mystery
Is the light greeting clouds
With the theater of my painted stories
With my eagle head of flame
And its memory of forged light
Spirals of my nomadic life
Sing in my palm like a giant
Keep growing in the waves
My names, my many names
I cleanse through the body
Carving my mast
In the terrarium
Of my ancestors
All worlds inside me
My paint blood miracles
And honey jar
For the weight of things
I perch in the fork of birch
Shiver silver branches
Alters space and object with thought
Leave for the unknown shore
Where angels with mirror wings
Rotate galaxies on the sea
Inside me
Womb of scared water
I listen hard for plantings
Surging gestations
Little wings at my door
Purifying rhythm of the old crows
Holding the moon in prayer
In the monastery sea light
I do the feather dance wonder
My space angels know me
As the holy one
With power bundle of antler and stone
Falling out of this world
Into another
This stranger’s strange story
Is our own
Story we can’t see inside us
You might find these words
When I am dead
I am never dead as most
Expressionless missing parts of me go through
My frozen mouth and busy thoughts
Spring snake
With twig I make
The tongue come out
Of the drifting stars
Shed news of our deeds
Tell us what we need
Bearing the earth’s crossroads
Into consciousness
On the brink of god
Cicadas in one song
Rain when you ride
In one drop of them all
Reach, touch, express
Acceleration of heart
Maps blaze in the tea belly
Traffic of stars inside
Glittering pieces of the world
In tender exaltation
Land flow through me
Beyond the hedge world
Rip ride the wind
Stretch my presence
Into blossom
Invisible branch on the window
Moving child to a new world
Remnants of an awkward beauty
Rustle inside us my friend
Labor of a head grown wing
To the nectar of heart
To be more than this
Hopeful awaiting god
And reverse this sentence
For greater wonder than this
Yes, yes
In the electric current
To keep me wanting more
Passage in your floral dress
Dance moves
Of fire and fog
Wind in each leaf
One tree at a time
Single address
Contained in it all
All we know is enough
For where we’re going
You dream you
And learn where you’re meant to
A rodeo of zeros
It is everything
It is nothing
Stringed to vibration
Many selves
In many worlds
My lessons thunder
Thousands of clear visions
I am home far away
Where the entrance keeps going
To be an entrance
Body veins sparkle
Near the vanished state
All edges of life leap
When you are about to be free in life
Stars pass
As floating ships of prophecy.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Tribal Connection
Deep appreciation for Kris Farquhar giving me this opportunity to collaborate with her at EMF Environmental Music Films. Kris's mastery of voice and music/sound communes in primacy of sound. The visceral experience of this conscious heart-felt sound shifts awareness into great depths. Her long time work with this spiritual gift energeticaly infuses our soul, bringing moving experience and tears to those I have shared her work with. Many thanks & blessings
Monday, February 27, 2012
Classes/Workshops & Art Showings
2012/2013 WHERE YOU CAN SEE BRIAN'S ART OR ATTEND A CLASS/WORKSHOP
www.thepaintedstory.com
Classes---------------------------------------------------------------------------
GREENFIELD COMMUNITY COLLEGE
Greenfield, MA
April 18th 2012
Guest Speaker for the course Gender and the Environment. The Divine Feminine/Indigenous Peoples.
Art Showings 2012-------------------------------------------------------------------
See TRIBAL CONNECTION on youtube
EMF Environmental Music Films with Kris Farquhar
Video of Brian's paintings
READING PUBLIC MUSEUM
Reading, PA
June 2nd,
Assisting artsist friend Jiawei Gong www.jiaweigong.com
with Performance/Video Installation
Sweet Salavation
Traditional Chinese Ritual
http://www.readingpublicmuseum.org/
JUSTKIM
615a Congress Street
Portland, ME
ph 978-457-4071
See Justkim Accessories on facebook
RIVERWALK BEAD SHOP & GALLERY Jan - Sept
Amesbury, MA
http://www.riverwalkbeads.com/
INKWELL BODY ART STUDIO Jan - Sept
Amesbury, MA
http://www.inkwell-tattoo.com/
2013____________________________________________________________
ART HEALER Blog Talk Radio Interview, Feb 26th
HOWLING WOLF TAQUERIA (March 1st - Apr 11th
76 Lafayette St.
Salem, MA
www.feedyourwolf.com
TRUE NORTH GALLERY (Apr 13th - May 18th)
25 Woodbury Street
South Hamilton, MA
www.truenorthgallery.net
Studio visits by chance or appointment.
3oo Main St.
Wenham, MA
# 978-290-0572
www.thepaintedstory.com
Classes---------------------------------------------------------------------------
GREENFIELD COMMUNITY COLLEGE
Greenfield, MA
April 18th 2012
Guest Speaker for the course Gender and the Environment. The Divine Feminine/Indigenous Peoples.
Art Showings 2012-------------------------------------------------------------------
See TRIBAL CONNECTION on youtube
EMF Environmental Music Films with Kris Farquhar
Video of Brian's paintings
READING PUBLIC MUSEUM
Reading, PA
June 2nd,
Assisting artsist friend Jiawei Gong www.jiaweigong.com
with Performance/Video Installation
Sweet Salavation
Traditional Chinese Ritual
http://www.readingpublicmuseum.org/
JUSTKIM
615a Congress Street
Portland, ME
ph 978-457-4071
See Justkim Accessories on facebook
RIVERWALK BEAD SHOP & GALLERY Jan - Sept
Amesbury, MA
http://www.riverwalkbeads.com/
INKWELL BODY ART STUDIO Jan - Sept
Amesbury, MA
http://www.inkwell-tattoo.com/
2013____________________________________________________________
ART HEALER Blog Talk Radio Interview, Feb 26th
HOWLING WOLF TAQUERIA (March 1st - Apr 11th
76 Lafayette St.
Salem, MA
www.feedyourwolf.com
TRUE NORTH GALLERY (Apr 13th - May 18th)
25 Woodbury Street
South Hamilton, MA
www.truenorthgallery.net
Studio visits by chance or appointment.
3oo Main St.
Wenham, MA
# 978-290-0572
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