Tree Frog & Dragonfly


I am painting with fragments of fantasy, shadows of intuition, phantoms of imagination. I am painting with auras and aromas, arias and thunder, ozone and pheromones and interstellar clouds.

I am seeking the essential life force, the mythic mind, the doorway into the wormhole. Have I perhaps found it in the lingering force fields of the leaves which the trees have returned to the earth, or is this just the surreal mind spinning illusions?


Onadanta Odonata and the 800th Bride of the King of the Spring

Onadanta Onadanta, the Dragonfly Girl, and her 800,000 sisters and brothers, were the children of Ataxia, the Chaos of the Universe, and Behgonay Ghizig, the Black Hole in the Center of the Galaxy, but they did not know this because they were born out of the clouds of stardust their parents scattered about in every direction when first they came to know one another.

And, Onadanta didn’t even care. She cared about beauty and romance. She cared about kindness and she wanted to find her own and her special true love. And, she followed Kumudini, the Moon, because Kumudini had a most beautiful heart and she knew all about love.

Now, it happened that when ShenKami, the Spirit, arrived, the world was suddenly filled with butterflies, beautiful and new, of every size and every color, never seen before, and they fluttered about everywhere, making such a sight that Onadanta was quite beside herself with joy and delight. So it happened, when Kokopelli, the King of the Spring, chanced to cross her path, she forgot all about who he was and did a most regrettable thing. Without giving it a second thought she flashed him a happy smile and a provocative wink. And, Kokopelli, being who he was, was nothing but enchanted by her gesture and being an impulsive creature he at once proposed she become his bride.

But, Onadanta knew that Kokopelli, although he was a king, was also a rascal and a rogue. His father was Kinish Ahau, the self centered Sun, and his mother was Nagakanyaka, the cold blooded Snake Girl. As soon as Kokopelli had been born both of his parents forgot all about him and so he took care of himself. He took very good care of himself. He was a very likable fellow. Everyone liked him and he liked himself, so he spoiled himself. He did whatever he wanted to do, went wherever he wanted to go and took whatever he wanted to take. No one ever tried to stop him and no one who ever told him no. Although it was true that marrying Kokopelli would have made Onadanta a Queen, she knew he already had 799 wives and being the romantic she was, she could not bear the thought of being nothing more than someone’s 800th Bride. But, no matter what she said to him, what words she used or how she phrased it, he would not take no for an answer and he left declaring he would return in the morning with his court and courtiers and with everything ready for the great wedding.

Dismayed, Onadanta went then to seek the advice of Kumudini but, as was often the case, she could not be found for one never knew if the Moon would be about in the day or in the night, if she would be round and full and merry or a thin crescent, coming or going, half a circle, more or less, on one side or another, or perhaps not there at all. But, since she could not be found Onadanta instead went to seek the advice of AtumKhepre, the Sunrise Sunset Queen but, she too could not be found and no one knew where she was and even though everyone looked for her no one could find her. So, Onadanta then went to seek the advice of Lorelei, the Mermaid Seer of Atlantis, and the Mermaid, who knew more than anyone else about the future, said to her, “If you had but one wish, and only one wish, for your entire life, do you know what that wish would be?”

To which Onadanta right away replied, “I would wish to be happy.”

“Then so be it,” said the Mermaid. “Go home and get a good night’s sleep. Worry no more for all will be well.”

And, Onadanta did go home but she did not go to sleep. Instead she worried. She worried all night, she watched the stars and she slept not a wink so she did not dream. And, perhaps, if she had dreamt she would have been better prepared.

But, Kan Qi, the Golden Dragon, who lived in the Realm of Mirage, was asleep already and so the Mermaid Seer, who could reach him only because she travelled through dreams, visited him right away and brought him dreams of Onadanta.

Now Kan Qi liked to build things. He liked structure. He liked to fix things. He liked things to work. He wanted to fix the world but, the world was not compliant. Everywhere he looked he saw flaws and faults and so he finally retreated into the enchanted Realm of Mirage and built his own world, a perfect castle made of dragon scales and sunbeams.

But, because he saw so many flaws in others he had few friends. He had become a recluse and he had become lonely and wretched. He worried and paced up and down his lonely hallways. He began to wonder what would happen to him. He wanted a companion but, he did not know where to look to find one.

He watched the Dragonfly Girl of his dream and she was desperate, was sleepless, worried and pacing, flitting from leaf to stem, seeking an answer, seeking escape. And, he could find no flaw in his dream girl. He saw her as innocent and kind, as romantic as he, positive, optimistic, altruistic and he saw she had a most beautiful heart.

Kan Qi awoke with a start and put together a plan. He whistled up Ik Feng, the Four Faced Wind, and Ik Feng’s four brothers, The Bacobs, North, South, East and West and together they set off, along with everyone else, as though they were just a band of merry makers, to what was expected to be Kokopelli’s 800th Wedding. But, when they arrived they kicked up a rumpus and a tumult, a commotion and a shouting. Ik Feng whipped up the air and the Bacobs turned him inside out and upside down. They turned him into a tornado, and he threw things in every direction including Kokopelli, the King of Spring, who, in the confusion and chaos, changed from Spring into Summer. He became so dizzy and disoriented he forgot all about his intended wedding and wanted nothing but to stop whirling. But, East and West had him by the tail and they changed him from Summer into Autumn, and in his amazement and bewilderment, he forgot all about Onadanta. Before he knew what was happening North and South caught him up by his collar and changed him from Autumn into Winter and he was so devastated he even forgot about his other 799 wives. Who knows what else might have happened had Ki Durga, the Generous Earth, not suddenly arrived and called for a halt to everything? What might have happened if Pleione, the Titan, had not put Kokopelli’s head in her lap and turned him back into the King of Spring? It must be said that after this Kokopelli was a changed man and Pleione found him very pleasing. So pleasing that she became, not only his best friend but also, his lover, his 800th wife and the Mother of Laughter. And, they are still together to this very day.

Meanwhile, where was lovely Onadanta? Gone! Gone, gone! Whisked up and whirrled away. Kidnapped? Who knows? Rescued? Who can say? But, gone, into a blinding light, a dancing image, a blue fog with a golden halo, under the wings of the Golden Dragon, into the enchanted Realm of Mirage where no one but Dragons and the Children of Dragons can follow.

The blue mist filled the Blue Bamboo Garden, the place where Onadanta then found herself. It was a place of calm and rest, safe and secure, a sanctuary. A sacred space, soft and pleasing with gentle breezes, nestled under a great mountain between the Yaagdrasil Tree and Kumudini’s Forbidden Looking Glass Pool. She remembered her arrival as though it had been a most remarkable dream, an unbelievable episode, a flashing adventure, a brave and trusting gambol, overwhelmed by a whirlwind of intuition, of hope, of possibilities. Wings and scales and talons, rainbow auras, breathlessness and places never before seen. Then, a heaven, a bed of silk and nothing asked in return. And now, a golden sun rising, waking with a gift by her side and a note inquiring if she would be kind enough to welcome the Golden Dragon that afternoon and he would tell her the story of Ataxia, the Chaos of the Universe, and the Beginning of Time.

And, what could Onadanta, who had a most beautiful heart, was positive and trusting as well as innocent and curious, do, other than invite him to tea?