Archive for the Spirituality Category

ALWAYS CLOSE

Posted in Self-awareness, Spirituality on March 1, 2017 by Naomi Brosnan

Oil And Pigment On Canvas

H 71cm X W 111cm

Signed 26th Jan 2017 img_1389FOR BECKY X

The Thousands of Possibilities That Lay Between Us…

Remain Strong And True , Pulsing Reams of Information.

The Lines of code Written Through

A Tapestry Of Our Ways .

Liquid Hearts Always Meeting .

Smiles Born , Truth Shared…

Always Seeking A Higher Existence .

Our Divine Pasts Merging .

We Will Always Be seeking Rainbows Together,

Always Close…

 

 

 

 

SOUL FRAGMENT

Posted in Art, Spirituality on October 24, 2013 by Naomi Brosnan
Soul Fragment 121cm x 111cm  Oil and Pigment           2013

Soul Fragment
121cm x 111cm
Oil and Pigment
2013

Energy in motion looks for a way back to the source, a river to the sea, water to air falling back to life. The cycle continues unbroken ever changing, ever renewing oneself in the struggle of growth. The motion of choices being made, promises remembered and seeking truth in the desert fire. Sparks rising on waves of heat, a rhythm, a beating heart and a passionate dance to the stars.

In the purging velvet darkness a silence that salves the aching thinking self, allowed to be nothing in this present moment. Freedom forming a vast vista of unknown yet familiar intent, close to the ocean, mists rising and moving, hands reaching into spirit

Letting go of the empty voices that creep about in the shadows simply doing no good, and letting go of the beautiful light that flows in the freedom of living release. Letting go the love into the world so that it may grow wild. Trusting in my reason for being here, trusting in this soul fragment that I follow…. I am being lead into an unknown yet familiar place.

Long Dusky Evenings

Posted in Self-awareness, Spirituality with tags on May 13, 2012 by Naomi Brosnan

A time of moments that are intense and rest that is a bit restless. The sky remains dark with those long long dusky evenings that speak of many moments compacted, one upon another. That feeling of memory in the light, a place in the cycle revisited with new awareness, with history like an invisible pillar. It is still Winter… Awareness grounding me in this place, this nameless state so full of a myriad, diverse and changing memories … Too many to grasp … so to let go and be a moving part with a little bag of poetry.

That beautiful spongey silence with water heavy in the air and breath finding presence in the visual realm. The weather turns cold again and I must release all expectation of what will be, what is forming and what is already written. The present regarded as time passing is a thought that needs to be transformed. I am feeling a little lost with an underlying sadness that threatens to engulf me. It is a nameless thing colored by the small acts of destruction we commit against ourselves. As these thoughts gather pace again water waits and slowly rises, waiting for critical mass to force the release and the healing. The salty tears flow to cleanse the wounds of the body and of the soul.

Trembling Leaves

Posted in Self-awareness, Spirituality on September 4, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan
Photograph by Artist

Photograph by Artist

The trembling of the leaves seems more personal as I stand here open to the connection that calls from my trees. This Beech was only a dozen leaves old when she called to me to enter the circle…It is a staggered affair now, but as I really look it is still a place which contains some natural magic. The darkness at my heels questions the possibility…

It is always a birth after such a void of dark thoughts, a dance that I must dance to seal the birthing again to life. A dance of bestial intent with a raw desire for passionate movement…In the forest amongst the spirits of the grove, feeling their rhythm and peace being lost in the soft earth and moss, that quenches my thirst to be filled. Filled with wonder of an innocence that remains a constant presence in the wild places, places formed with the wind. I seek the wild places that have been formed in me.

Memory reminds me once more to walk upon the path of my people. I find it in music no question, in notes that resonate with such extreme beauty…There is nothing quite like making music even if it is only for a long moment. It seems that the moment is the thing that stays far beyond it’s experiencing. Past informing the future becoming eternal. Many moments have gathered like leaves in the wind, I make a bed with them on which to lie. Dreaming of so many possibilities without a commitment to live any one with real vigor…I suppose it is in my nature that is water, always changing depth and perspective…probably need to build a few dams at least long enough to finish the manifest thought! Instead a trail of thoughts gather in my tail, dragging on the forest floor of my imagination.

Sea Of Mind

Posted in Art, Self-awareness, Spirituality on June 25, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan
Sea Of Mind - 50cm x 112cm - Oil and Pigment on Linen 2011

'Sea Of Mind' 50cm x 112cm - €1,500 - Unframed Available from Artist

In this sea of mind matter, parts detaching themselves from the embryonic form that is undergoing the change of shedding parts. Movement from the ocean caries the newly freed parts to where they are needed, gives the sense of motion in constant presence…The waters are just a little darker now but the essence of presence remains bright on the dark sea. So it shows me that pain is both unavoidable and intensely beautiful in a visual sense.

Half Dome Above Clouds, Yosemite

Posted in Self-awareness, Spirituality on June 10, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan

The long days are here again, there is a bite to the air and my senses are cleansed by the crisp morning. The mist that hangs low over the fields caught by the rising sun is truly a magnificent sight. One cannot help but think of our myths and legends of the Sidhe in the mist, on the ground and in the sky. Ireland is so familiar to me, the smell of the ocean and the feel of the land under foot. I have known people who carry a handful of earth with them as they travel, but we are a whole planet and the natural spirits that are so familiar to us travel on the wind. Their familiar places unrecognized seem so exotic, though they are surely prehistoric.

There is a sameness that has prevailed in nature on my travels, those who walk and scurry upon her may differ but the rhythm remains in tune, familiar like a heart beat. Though my travels have been limited I have been amazed at how at home I have felt and how familiar these new places are…Maybe it is some kind of genetic memory that dwells in the soul…And oh my how is sings when in the presence of mist and mountain.

When I saw this photograph my conscious mind illuminated flashes of travel…The obsidian I bought from the old trading station just outside Yosemite National park. It is incredible how the climate changes as you drive up and in, this place that smells of red wood trees and sleeping bears.  This ‘ half dome above clouds, Yosemite ‘ had me nestling in the cracks just above the clouds. It holds magnificent detail, I can almost see my own tiny form amongst the trees. The original photo holds a superb amount of detail, it is hand printed on silver gelatin, 2010. To view a better image go to the source…www.rafal.net

Bealtaine

Posted in Self-awareness, Spirituality on May 2, 2011 by Naomi Brosnan

Bealtaine is upon us, her passion on the wind and in the sunshine that illuminates all these thorns in my hands. Digging away at the memories of this life, a cycle returning to spill the essence of desire on the stones again. Each thing quivering with a desire to be more of itself. Truth buried like the thorns in my hands, present yet covered. I can feel a journey beginning to whisper with more urgency, somehow closer to a truth that I must uncover.

The hope of resolution and growth is more than I have dared to think about in a while. A way to break back into the flow, through my own barricades. With so much positive force present in the cycle it is simply a matter of doing. To enter the great hall once again for the tango of the soul…pure instinct is the only way with which to dance this dance.