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Ancestors and Heroes

Posted in Art, Creativity on August 10, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan
Pen Drawing on paper 2011 - 18cm x 20cm - €150 Unframed

Pen Drawing on paper 2011 - 18cm x 20cm - €150 Unframed Available from Artist

Searching for words to heal, to carry truth and reside in a peaceful place, sitting well with themselves; ever moving but centered. Letting go and being aware of all that transpires around you, enjoying the detail without pain of examination and categorization. Back… back to a place where the single drop took president and became a gateway to raw wonder.

A place where instinct becomes the vessel for intellect. The home of moving truth that whispers over the still water, the etched marks on the surface remain for an eternal moment. This happening only one form of an infinite set of truths.

The etched marks on stone, it’s veins and patterns telling a story of ages passing … and still it is but one story in an infinite set of stories.

The trees that have laid in the bog for thousands of years, whispering stories of Ancestors and Heroes alike.The deep rich bog like an earth ocean, holding history in Her flesh. Bog Oak and bog yew have such souls, maybe even parts of us that have come before still present in the wood. These etched lines are deep and subtle, these lines are all about Earth.


Posted in Creativity, Self-awareness on March 12, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan

I approach again with a need to write …The waves of intellect have crashed on numerous occasions against my will, like the waves that roar with the sheer power of the ocean, white water power. The foam I consider to be the evidence of passion is all but expunged by frivolous over thinking and an ultimate descent into pointlessness. I had deceived myself into thinking that I had nothing constructive to say. There I sat for weeks, head spinning ravenous thoughts around in a spiral, like a pac man munching up all the delicate passion.

My head still spins with forming thoughts holding tension that I must release. The mounting unexpressed minions dragging me to a place where nothing is soft enough or clear enough. The pointlessness dresses my soul in the foulest of rags, and does not even take joy in it’s victory! The odor has grown to a stifling intensity, it acts like a drug that changes my perception… finally I move to open the window. New air has such fragrance that it makes my mouth water, a desire for something other begins to manifest. I find myself naked and clean with a fresh stack of enthused potential.

Maybe now that I have my own permission thoughts may be allowed to crystalize at a natural pace instead of speeding in confinement. The act of writing begins the release of debris, the rattling of chains and the chink of light. The motion of doing has the tendency to quiet the mind, fishing out those core truths. Instead of shooting fish in a barrel one gazes upon the vast open nature that is their habitat. Writing creates room for ideas and their details, slightly apart from the chaos but still connected. The deep multidimensional well of reality is in constant motion, full of the diversity of many mundane acts. The rich and beautiful notion of prayer and altruism. Routine that is gently laid upon the rest of the random mind.


Posted in Creativity, Self-awareness on December 25, 2010 by Naomi Brosnan

The longest night brings memories of things that were sacred and shared. Ideas racing through my head, bits and pieces of memory, of places, of states of mind and the strength of spirit. My desire to deeply be in expression of this Druidic time of year lulled me to a deep and long sleep. I must laugh at that serious effort to stay awake enough to write, of course it was futile. The velvety dark had one big embrace for me, in the realm of dreams. Now in retrospect I see how poetic it was to sleep with the darkness, surrendering to it. Just as the clouds surrender to the wind moving in the night sky, throwing shapes around the moon.

I am finding more comfort and trust in the dark again, pushing past foreign fears and walls that have no substance. Stepping ever closer to empowerment. Even in the sadness I am beginning to feel again. It drags until it is picked up! Learning to gather up one’s own hungry children seems to be an extension of that feeling. A sadness lingers in the living memory of past experience. And sometimes I feel like I have lost all my tools to rust and decay, so I begin again with my hands. Again the cycle begins, allowing freedom to thrive more and more with the confidence that has been built.

Creative Force

Posted in Creativity on December 15, 2010 by Naomi Brosnan

Remembering in torrents of ecstasy as I go into trust and find myself in the middle of all that muck and blood. Creating color with the evidence of what went before on the brush…beginning to embrace the trust of the palette and it is over running me with sheer joy in the act of creation. I am in the same freedom that has been my timeless refuge…a place that my past and future self shall dwell. That messy place where all is possible, sculpting beauty because it is truth. Connecting the eye and the hand with all the potential I know to be waiting just beneath the surface. But the wound must be fresh, so one must feel the discomfort and pain of decision or indecision as the case may be. What lies beneath must be uncovered for our true nature is blindingly vast and exquisite.

The Eternal moment chosen over the disposable now, by whatever means it requires. There is no point in applying logic to this place, there is no order as it is perceived up on the disposable level. My numbers fell away as the color became the more seductive option. But they brought me here and they are the beginning before color takes sway. There is a chance for much growth in the nine intimate one . They are so much like sketches in paint in the way of their working. I am moving through them with freedom now…like a humming bird flitting from delicate beauty to delicate beauty, aware of it’s joy and full of the gratitude of life.

I feel so blessed in this freedom…which comes with much more intensity and frequency, the closer I am to flowing truth the deeper my knowing of it goes. There is still much to remember and much joy to distill! Being fueled by the thoughts of the next layer and it’s alchemy, driving me ever on into the deepened layers of being. On returning to the mundane, it is filled with crystal beauty…love shining like  the precious substance it is…