The Goats are Dancing

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“The Goats are Dancing” – My Digital Artwork – V. Castellanos – January 2019

“One must have chaos within oneself, to give birth to a dancing star.”           –         Friedrich Nietzsche

 

The goats are dancing this morning,
With smiles and rectangular eyes.
No one seems to know why.
Least of all me.
The mist, not yet burned off by the sun,
Hangs pale and blue over the earth,
Caressing the tree’s roots,
And, the candy stripped mushrooms.
Fogs in the forest,
Flowing downstream,
Ghost gray in the branches,
Kisses under the falling leaves.
This is not a surprise,
Because,
I was up before sunrise,
Under the faded moon.
Even then, before the stars closed their eyes,
The sky was the color of water,
And, catfish were laughing at their own whispers,
Jumping out of sinkholes,
Swimming in a river of stars.

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Thinking of Birds

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“Thinking of Birds” – My Artwork – V. Castellanos – pencil and acrylic on paper – 3″ x 3″ – January, 2019

“The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.” – Carl Jung.

 

The turn into the twentieth century was frought with new inventions and possibilities. The new world was rushing into the future. Electricity had come of age. The railroads had conquered the land. The telephone had been invented. The camera had been invented. And, here’s the rub, the camera portrayed reality better than the painters. So, what’s an artist to do?

Radio was coming, connecting everyone everywhere. War was coming. The Spanish Flu was coming. Everything was changing. Possibilities. Confusion, conflict, chaos. Can’t keep up? Escape instead. Look the other way. Jump back, into your inner being. Live in your own dream world. A retreat back into innocence, childhood. Back to basics.  Simplicity regained in a world going mad. Let us disassociate from reality and connect instead with our internal subconsciousness.  Let us swim in our collective unconscious, submerged in our limbic being, our primitive fish form, our basic instincts, fight or flee, survive, live right now. This is the dream, the surreal, the myth, the archetype. Welcome, 100 years later.

Two Fishermen and a Fish

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“Two Fishermen and a Fish” – My Artwork – 3″x 3″ – Pencil on paper – December 2018

One fish, two fish,
How do you do, fish?
Black fish, blue fish,
I am after you, fish.
A bold fish, a cold fish,
I don’t care how old, fish.

Green fish, mean fish,
Swimming in the stream, fish.
Fat fish, lean fish,
You are on my wish list, fish.

Brown fish, clown fish,
Swimming up and down, fish.
Blow fish, glow fish,
Nowhere left to go, fish.

Red fish, dead fish,
You will make a tasty dish.
Hatch a fish, catch a fish,
You will be delicious, fish.

A hook, a pole,
A roll of twine,
And, pretty soon,
You will be mine.

Butter sauce with lemon-lime,
Sage, oregano and thyme,
A lovely glass of cold, white wine,
A meal which will deserve a kiss.
I’d like to know, so I don’t miss,
Are there other words which rhyme with fish?

The Dark Datura

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“The Dark Datura” – Gouache on Bristol Board – 1982

The dream world enters the waking world,
Merging together and unable to separate.
Vibrations are altered.
Sound is sculpted.
Vision disrupted.
Doors open,
The unfolded map of the gods giving directions,
Answering riddles.
Kachinas laughing and making bets.
The desert is lit up with faces of towering red rocks,
Toxins and imagination,
Growing into clouds and duplications.
The eyes of giants are weighing down the sky.
Mirages fill the road.
A skin of illusion covers the morning,
The afternoon. Another day.
Time is no longer synchronized with itself.
Light breaking into jagged, dancing auras,
Revealing pathways,
Directions and the darkness of reality.

I have read: “Datura is often one constitutent of the Amazonian drink ayahuasca, and in coastal Peru it is sometimes added to the mescaline drink cimora made from the cactus Trichocereus Pachanoi. The Jivaros of the Amazon use datura as well as the harmaline drink natema; they regard datura as stronger, more dangerous, and more suitable as a preparation for war. It is taken for spirit voyages to encounter the supernatural, but is not used in healing because the effects are so uncontrollable that the shaman cannot retain his ties to this world while journeying in the other one.”

“Known to cause dark visions and erratic behavior. Used for puberty rites and to make contact with the spirits which inhabit other worlds.”

The Navajo Indians take it to “talk with the Gods”.

I took it once, not knowing any better at the time, and it changed my life.

V. Castellanos – November 2018

Light my Way

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“Light my Way” – My Digital Art – August 2018

I am listening to my heart beat
And, the whispers in my blood
They say I must learn to forgive the earth
For the sharpness of stones
And, the clouds
For harboring storms
Trees for their willingness to fall
Incomprehensible dreams
Beckoning pathways leading nowhere
The predatory ways of the world
Inexorable time
The failures of the flesh
And, inevitable death

V. Castellanos – August 30, 2018

 

Mushrooms

Lavender Mushrooms
My Painting with Digital Manipulation

The mushrooms listen to symphonies of their own,
Songs composed of bold strokes,
Shaking up spores and calling to an atmosphere,
A world away.
The underground earth encloses a million mysteries,
Of roots and fibers,
An incubation in the darkness, waiting for the rains,
Hoping for winds,
With ritual dancing and hypnotic heartbeats,
Calling the sacrificial bodies into the elemental air,
Opening themselves,
And, casting off their flesh,
With regards to nothing,
Except the wild celebration of renewal and spreading life.

V. Castellanos – August 2018

Ichetucknee Trees

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“Ichetucknee Trees” – 2017 –

I very much enjoyed this series. It was close to home and thus close to my heart. But, what interested me the most was the variety of colors with which it worked. Expressionism is all about color. We are blue when we are sad, green with envy, black rage, passion’s red, pretty in pink. This is the original sketch and, through the magic of digital software I was able to transform it into a summer day.

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“Ichetucknee Trees, Green” – Digital Art – 2017

As though this was not enough, further transformation brought this image.

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“Ichetucknee Trees, Blue” – Digital Art – 2017

Twilight in the forest. A whole different feeling, without adding a shadow.

I have not been able to decide which I like better.  My preference seems to change with the seasons and the time of day, with my mood, who I am with. What about you?

Sunday Morning

 

 

It was a glorious day. The sun rose like the blossoming of a rainbow flower and the forest was full of colors, as though it had something to say to seekers of beauty and lovers and lonely hearts.
The heartbeat of the earth is dancing in the leaves, excited by the expansive air, thrilled by red shadows, my eyes as modest as the morning, your hands as strong as the earth.