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Verithin pencils

6 Jan

I’ve added more colored pencil- prismacolor verithins. This helps me block out the darks and make sure the all over color is going to be balanced. I used copic marker  (E00 + E21) for her neck- checking how the color of the pencil shading will show through. What’s great about this technique is that the pencil can still be erased and played with, even with a light layer of marker on top of it. I’m working, for better or worse, on marker paper, which I love because I get all the brightness and vibrancy of watercolor- with marker and colored pencils. Yum.

I hauled the photo into photoshop to brighten and sharpen the image a bit- it is very light and sketchy right now so I boosted the contrast so that its easier to see. I also cropped it for this post.

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This is the actual picture, on an 11 x 14 paper.  The image has a large celtic knot border and intricate knotwork along the inside of the circle. She is Bridget I think. Or my fondness for spring and warmth and light coming back. But most of all? It’s the fact that I am drawing, and in the studio. After The Holidays – that’s an accomplishment in itself.

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practice practice practice.

2 Jan

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I have had someone ask me to draw Merlin. So I am practicing. And this is how I practice. Grab a magazine cover and the markers. I chose this cover initially, because I loved this man’s intense stare, thinking that to my mind, a Merlin may in fact have a similar countenance.

This is only the cover of the magazine. I work it Creative Arts, a local art studio, and we devour magazines for portrait and gesture studies, so more often than not, the magazines rarely survive intact. After I had finished, several students and I tore the place apart hoping to find the rest of the magazine. We found the contents page, mostly covered with acrylic paint and marker, apparently a well loved palette for the younger students. But at the bottom :

a pilgrim pauses in his meditation at the shrine of an 11th century Sufi saint. ‘photo by Reza’.

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And so it goes. This is the beginning of an idea- way out early when it can turn into anything- pure potential. I love this wide-open phase, but I also dearly love the drawing in progress where I have limited the options and am fairly certain that I know more or less, what the outcome will be. I have collapsed the wave, the work is done and all I have to do is color in the lines. for the Merlin, however, the work hasn’t really started yet.

women

31 Dec

why are we all trying to be men?!! Why do we feel that this is a good idea? I adore Joseph Campbell and love the Hero’s Journey; like I loved the latest Star Wars. But as I explored in my work ‘Banished’ – I’m just wondering who, exactly, is home to welcome the Hero as he returns- as he surely must. The Hero’s Journey is half the path. Half the story. Woman is the other half. Whether that’s our ‘inner feminine’ (beyond gender) or ‘woman herself’ makes no difference. She- although admittedly comprising a part of us all- has been down played, excluded, cut out. Why?

We concern our self, our culture, our world with death and fear, (yet paradoxically refuse to even admit that death/our return is our final reality) so we excluded Life. We have become ‘beings for death’ as Heidegger put it.

We are not Beings for Life. And  I wonder if it’s largely due to the cultural/western attitude that the Hero’s Journey is the only path that exists. Don’t get me wrong-it’s a wonderful and necessary Way- for the masculine. It can serve the feminine in a pinch. But it leads to Things- to conquest, overcoming, challenges met, dragons fought.  Possession.  Achievement.  Status. Power. None of these things have any staying power.

When all the battles have been fought- where is the sustenance meant to be found? In religion. In your faith right? That’s what carries you through to death, that’s what makes it all bearable to many. Hope and faith. But I find here again, half the story. If we agree that the Hero is necessary- as is the wise man he becomes when he returns with his gift for the world – why is it so hard for us to imagine that it is The Woman that he comes home to? The keeper of the Fire, the house, the relations, the love. Where does Odysseus want to go after it’s all over? Home. To his wife. To the Feminine. The healing, restoring, calming, nurturing presence. The ultimate Mother. I am not Pagan. My native language is Christian. I actually don’t know where I stand with all this. I just deeply feel that there is a Divine Presence that is genderless, yet easily encompasses both aspects of the human psyche. And we have for thousands of years felt that the ecstasies of the feminine side was only privy to mystics, monks, nuns, and spiritual seekers – and women, those poor weaker beings, had little if any access at all. We have been carefully, painfully taught not to identify with our very nature. God is present whether you call him or not said Jung. I will venture to bet that the Mother of us all, Wisdom, Love, Eve, Kali, etc. is equally present, bidden or unbidden. And very much available to anyone. no training, no meditating, no big deal. It sounds the same in any language: “Hello God. Are you there? Yeah…can I talk to Mom?”

why have we stopped observing the half of us that represents mother? Why have we all committed matricide in one way or another just like the ancient ‘heroes’ who tried so hard to destroy all representations of the Feminine Divine? Why do we continue to pretend that the only ‘things’ of any importance are what we can get our little hands on? We are human and yet…I know when I hit that contact with the Divine that is pure Love, pure Life I am connected with ‘Other’- an other that contains me. All of me. It doesn’t ask -politely- for any bit of my humanity to wait outside. It accepts and loves all of me. All of us. It loves us as we are, who we are, our process, our mistakes, joys, loves, tries and epic fails. What else is Love and therefore Life if not an all-inclusive, open bar, round trip adventure? For anything to be an adventure – there has to be a return. Stop down playing the return. We are all going to grow older. we are all going to die. This is big time scary stuff. Our greatest fear. Remember that even in the Bible returns were marked with feasting and joy. Who was supervising and helping with the cooking? Who cleaned the house and got the kids ready? Who made sure our favorite dish was included in the menu? Who still invited Uncle Ed even though he got so wasted last year? Who told us we looked nice and to please go wash our hands? Yep. The Mama.

Our Return is in the hands of God/Mystery – the biggest unknown that we will face in our lifetime. Does it make me less human if I choose to see my feminine and masculine nature reflected there? That this Love – All Inclusive Love- Wisdom, what the Old Testament names as Sophia  – is one big  glorious Return where nothing is left behind and ‘God’s” family means everyone? A place called home, where we can rest, relax and restore ourselves. I return every night in sleep- rested and refreshed- that’s the idea anyway. I kinda like it now that Mom is tucking me in too.

Happy New Year!

process…

30 Dec

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beginnings of another picture. experimenting with colored pencil -(prismacolor verithin)I’m really wondering how this is going to turn out- i usually make a black india ink outline and shade after, with markers first followed with pencil(normal prismacolors) after. My thoughts so far are centering around the feminine principle- how it is always young, vibrant; Life Itself- and always ready to  re-enchant our tired urban world like a breath of fresh air. To me, she is always present in wide open spaces; in nature. That’s easy right? Hard is patiently clearing that open space- more often than not in ourselves- so that the wild vibrancy and beauty of life can radiate and renew us.

The owl? Well, he was a surprise. I knew I wanted something there, but did not have that in mind. so here he is, and I am certain that I will hear his contribution soon enough.

Wisdom

24 Apr
marker and colored pencil, 11" x 14" c. 2009, janet balboa

Wisdom, work in progress

Once again, I just had to start coloring- before it’s completely drawn out. I think it gives me a better insight into what colors I’ll be using, and that in turn helps me complete the picture. Besides, I get really bored doing one thing for very long. I begin to feel bad for the lovely markers just sitting there…

Originally, I had wanted to do a drawing of Yahweh’s wife – wanting to highlight the Woman that is so obviously missing from the old testament God, Yahweh. Someone wrote that it might have been easier for us if he had been able to talk things over with her, the original Momma, before he went all angry and threw the book at us. Kidding aside, I realize that God is not Male or Female, nor even essentially human, as we often make ‘him’ out to be. For me, even the word ‘God’ has such strong connotations, deeply entrenched over centuries, that it’s difficult to use the word in a meaningful way.

I picture a world where Wisdom is returning to each one of us, individually.   Wisdom as a ‘feminine’ counterbalance to our rational ‘masculine’ knowing.  Our eyes are being opened to a new perception and experience of our world.  We are one by one beginning to listen and hear the precious murmurings of our own hearts, to trust deeply our own experiences. Wisdom calls for us to take our knowledge, and filter it through our hearts. To become Soul-full.

I believe this is what it means to be truly human – to experience our lives as opportunities to awaken to the calling of our Soul – our connection with ‘God’. To the calling of that part of us that has not forgotten who we are, or where we come from. The part of us that is dignified, powerful, and full of wonder. Deepak Chopra says that ‘the soul does not have its own agenda, but will help us achieve whatever potential we discover in ourselves.’ The Soul may not have an agenda- but it comes from a place where all the prodigal children sit together and break bread. The Soul comes from a place of unity.   As this unity breaks forth into our lives, we hear our own voice, unified from the countless voices that speak in our heads. We become empathetic and compassionate as we begin to sense that all lives are one life, that we all share the same breath. ‘Out beyond right and wrong, there is a field. I will meet you there’ says Rumi. A world beyond our shortsightedness.

We have known about this wisdom for a very long time. We have had great prophets and teachers tell us until they are blue in the face. We don’t listen. We have done our best to shut her out of the world. It’s easier to have knowledge. Knowledge keeps us in our heads. Thinking. Wisdom calls us to action. To care. To love others as ourselves. To not judge.

Wisdom is for the courageous. Those of us willing to step out into the great wide open as pioneers of the open heart – seeing a world of unity beyond appearances. Our Soul calls us to adventure- asking us to shed our hardened and ancient skin; casting off our outdated, limiting beliefs. It’s not easy and it’s not always fun. There will be nights when you have to put your food up in trees for fear of bears and other monsters. There will be days when the view is so breathtaking you can only sit and weep at the beauty and terror.

On  those precious days when I am awake enough to remember to let my Soul’s wisdom lead, it’s easy to believe that exactly the experiences, people and events that I need are the ones that show up. I’m excited to get up in the morning to see what the day will bring. There are often frankly magical occurrences. When I remember to experience my life as adventure, I love my life. I feel alive, participating in the creation of my day and free to be spontaneous, giving, childlike in my delight and lightness.

I try  to capture all that and more into a drawing- stepping out into a world of wonder and mystery- where things that have been long forgotten call to us for  new and fresh meanings. The field beyond right and wrong- where we can meet, as we are, without agendas or posturing, stripped of everything non-essential. A place where we are loved, where just showing up is enough, where each of us gets a standing ovation of pure love – for who we are, as we are. no questions asked. This place, of course, is within each one of us. Our Soul is yearning for that awareness to filter into our consciousness, so that our lives become richer, deeper, and beautiful as we  transform our knowledge to wisdom. Blessing ourselves and our world. It’s time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for…

marker and colored pencil, 11" x 14" c. 2009, janet balboa

detail from ‘Wisdom”

marker and colored pencil, 11" x 14" c. 2009, janet balboa

Mary, detail from ‘Wisdom”

marker and colored pencil, 11" x 14" c. 2009, janet balboa

Guardian, detail from ‘Wisdom”

 

 

and the wonder at our incredible dignity as human beings, male and female.

On leaving a trail

13 Feb

The daughters
of your daughters
of your daughters
are likely to remember you,
And most importantly,
Follow in your tracks.
~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes

I came across this quote yesterday. And whether or not this remembering and following actually happens, it startled me into thinking that it could possibly happen.

Thankfully, I no longer react with fear to information like this. I would have, in the past. But today, in my present incarnation, i feel no pressure to  sit down and write a list of goals, or see my life from the perspective of my funeral, or any of the other suggestions for leaving a legacy and insuring that my life matters.
Because my life here really does matter. It matters most of all, quite appropriately, I think, to me.

Unlike all my years at goal-setting, outward focused energy, I have found that what comes bubbling up from my own inner depths has the truth, elegance and beauty to actually sustain me. Money, accomplishments, notoriety are incredibly delicious and necessary in degrees. We do after all, live in a material world.

But what I would assume my great great grandaughters will find worth following is not to be found in abundance in the business section of the bookstore. I imagine they, like I, will hunger for authenticity and truth. For equality, the ability to love freely and a zest for life that will see them through to the end and beyond. They will need courage to express themselves honestly and compassionately without fear of retribution, derrision or judgement. They will need a hell of a lot of self love in order to love their world and those in it fiercely – exactly as it presents itself.

So I try to be quiet often, to be patient with myself, and to forgive. I try to love myself for my light and my dark, knowing that in my greatest fears are my greatest gifts. I try to be comfortable with myself and my life. I try to let go of the outer results and focus on the inner causes.

This has led me to settle on a way of life that honors my deep inner movement and knowing. A way of life that is not dictated by externals yet encompasses them. A way of life that makes all of my rather ordinary moments potentially extraordinary. Every great mystic and spiritual teacher has stressed the internal life as more ‘real’ than the outer material world. I find this to be the case with my own life. If my inner rhythm is honored, and I see outer events as effects of my inner causes, then whatever presents itself is exactly as it should be. No questions asked. I have the choice always in what action or response I wish to take. How do you do this without freaking out? With absolutely trust? In the face of your initial response being ‘this sucks…’

Enter Tolstoy and The Three Questions.*
What is the right time for every action?
Who is the most important person?
What is the most important thing to do?

(And thankfully, The Three Answers:)

The most important time is now. The present moment is the only place or time in which we have any power.
The most important person is the person in front of you.
The most important thing to do is to do good to that person in front of you.

Most circumstances and situations involve people, so most everything is included. Animals can and often do present themselves. And small children. And inconvenient requests. Death and dis-ease are included and honored. And moments of great clarity and beauty. And a satisfaction and strength in your own convictions and way of living.

It is challenging. It makes me slow down. It forces me to think, to prioritize from the inside out. It makes me smile when I go to bed. It makes me look forward to a day of one-thing-one-moment-at-a-time. It takes getting used to. It makes me sigh with relief. When I focus this way, my internal knowing takes over, I trust and honor myself on the fly. I trust that the next moment will arrive exactly as it should be, and that I will have the courage and strength to allow it.

And there you have it. A simple, elegant formula for living a life that ulimately will bring you great peace of mind, upon which joy will surely follow and voilá – a life worth living – on your own terms. I am leaving the very track that I am also following, left to me by those who came before, who also had the courage and love to honor themselves, their music and their call.

*From Wikipedia -“The Three Questions” is a short story by Russian author Leo Tolstoy first published in 1885[citation needed] as part of the collection What Men Live By, and other tales. The story takes the form of a parable, and it concerns a king who wants to find the answers to what he considers the three most important questions in life.

New Work -fall leaves. Mainly.

1 Dec

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New work! Don’t even have a working title for it yet. Something about life-in-death and death-in-life. And how as things are ‘dying’ – returning in various stages to the earth from where they came – they are breathtakingly beautiful. The unbelievable colors of fall, the rich greens of spring and summer, and the golden brown of winter -all part of the same eternal process of life. to which, it seems, most obviously, death is an integral part. So why do we treat it otherwise? The Muslims have a beautiful saying that death in its approach is terrifying, but when it comes, that moment is actually sweet. wanting to see my life -all life- as a totality, not a sum of little disconnected parts. one great big song. With the going out as beautiful and natural and mysterious as the coming in. this picture is helping me cultivate that wider, more inclusive view. I try to come into rhythm. I am trying to honor the ebbs as well as the flows.  Each day includes at least a small letting go as well as the ushering ins of the new.  Trying to allow both the space they require, without judgment.

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Honoring the Elders? Become one.

26 Nov

Becoming elderly will happen whether you choose to become an Elder or not. Becoming an Elder requires a choice. You can honor the person you have become, or get lost in regrets, guilt and broken dreams.

Becoming an Elder requires making peace with the past and purposefully leaning into the future.

It’s really a decision about who you want to be in the latter half of your life. Will you become a source of wisdom and clarity for those around you? Or will you become a bitter, selfish burden of complaints and ailments?

Most people have a habit of doing the same thing they’ve always done. They copy behaviors modeled to them by family and society without question. They resign themselves to ‘getting old’ – to never figuring out what life is really about. They give up the race before it’s even been run. What else can you do? (Most people have forgotten they have a choice.)

You and I know better. We have a choice. We can choose to trust that we are Elder material; believe that we have what it takes to be a wise person, a source of clarity. I certainly don’t feel I have it together enough, for enough of the time to be ‘wise’ let alone clear. But I’m it now. I’m next in line. When my kids come to me for advice with their ten foot tall and bullet proof attitude –  I can either take this next phase of my journey seriously or I can turn my back and try to run like hell in the other direction. My kids are the main reason I’ve decided to wise-up. You’ll have your own reasons; tapping at your shoulder, making it clear that you have wisdom the world needs.

What’s ironic is how well prepared we are for becoming an Elder. Our life becomes the perfect training ground for mastering the tools of the Elder: wisdom, understanding, compassion and patience.

READY:  You begin on the on the starting block. You get into your lane, put your toe on that line and get prepared to run. Your parents, teachers, coaches, pastors and culture prepare you – you’re a little sponge accepting information, guidance, examples, attitudes, and behaviors from the outer world. You gain energy, stamina, dreams and skills. With all the outer stimulation, you listen to your inner wisdom less and less, getting caught up in the business of becoming, achieving – devouring everything in sight.

STEADY:  Once you hit your late twenties you are (ideally) prepared to enter society as mature, responsible adult. You haven’t really questioned what you’ve been taught; you’ve just accepted what you’ve learned as truth, and then made it your truth. Toes on the line, hand on the starting block, ready, steady.   No movement is allowed –hold fast to your mark and wait for the gun. This is the time when ‘wait for it’ is heard- and false starts are common. All inner movement is potential, a gathering, a holding of energy; waiting, maturing. Ripening. Invisible. Inevitable. Outwardly, you test your skills; build your character, usually one mistake at a time. You experience at least one dark night of the soul. It’s so easy to get out of control, overextended, overwhelmed. So many false starts. You end up trying to control everything; parenting, kids, marriage, job, house, car, pets, leisure time, date nights. You are officially caught up in the loop of succeeding, possessing, proving, providing and accumulating.

GO!  Somewhere around age fifty, the starting gun went off. I didn’t even see this one coming. Surrounded by enough piles of inner and outer baggage to open my own thrift store, I had forgotten that I was all geared up for a race. To me it was just business as usual. Apparently, life had another agenda. (#letting go) – In the lineup were waistline, eyesight, children, parents, youth, health and lots of ‘stuff’. I was suddenly jolted into awareness, forced to change – ready or not. Struggling to cope with the ending of relationships, conditions, and situations that I loved deeply, having to let go when I was not ready to let go. Understanding that I wasn’t really in control after all. I was certainly underprepared for all of ‘this’.

But ‘this’ is it, isn’t it? This release is somehow what I’ve been waiting for – what life actually has been preparing me for. The gun, the signal, the great big ‘GO!’ that releases all the built up tension, all the momentum stored, all the latent energy finally let loose. Run!

Fight it.

Lean into it.

Your choice.

 

The decision you make here is a critical one. It will color all the rest of your days, your relationships, your focus and how you spend your time.

Choose to release the things you have outgrown and that which no longer serves you.  With all the outgrown remnants finally cast off; you will extricate yourselves from years of ‘should’ and ‘because I said so’. You will enter ‘why not?’ and ‘because I can!’ You will be lighter than you have ever been.

Everything to this point has prepared you to be here, now. You are on Sacred Ground. You find that gloriously, thankfully, miraculously, this race is not to be won by strategy, but by character. Your character. Shaped by years of preparation; learning, mistakes, triumphs and experience.

What have you been waiting for all your life? Start now. Pursue your story, because you finally have one to tell. You know who you are now. You know this runner. Let go of everything. Concentrate on the journey as it presents itself.  Be open to wonder.

You’ll find that you’ll begin to love the race for itself and your joyful participation in it.

Run. Because it won’t be the same without you.

Anam Cara

16 Oct Janet Balboa Anam Cara 2014

 

Janet Balboa Anam Cara 2014

Janet Balboa 2014_Anam Cara 19″x24″

Anam Cara. Prismacolor markers, pencils. a few copics too! on marker paper. 19 x 24…Finished!!!

Anam Cara – the beautiful Irish soul mate, the sacred friendship of the heart. I imagine this sacred friendship extended to include earth and sky, the intimate, glorious connection we share with all life. Filled with ‘symbology’ to help meditation and contemplation practice, this piece encourages the heart chakra to flow openly, lighting the world around you. Ygdrasil, the world-tree of Norse Mythology connects land and sky in an intimate bond of ancient kinship. The triple Goddess of Mother, Maiden and Wise Woman (a symbol for the feminine side of the Divine) Sophia encompasses all life with her wisdom, compassion and nurturing. Telephoros, with his lantern, encourages dreams and illumination of the unconscious. We are loved. Unconditionally…

What would it be like to feel this divine connection with the earth? What would life be like if we saw our life and our beautiful earth as divine gifts? What if we believed that we were entirely supported and loved unconditionally and always encouraged to evolve into constantly better versions of our self? What if we believed that the world is for us, instead of against us? What if the way we choose to look at our life and our world – as gifts – could help us live with our fear and terror? What if we accepted our self as we are, exactly as we are, light and dark? And let that be ok for now. See it as a good place to start to practice unconditional love.

It is my prayer today, that all of us who are suffering because we feel not good enough, that we are not needed, that we aren’t worthy of love – my prayer is that we come to know our self in a way that not only accepts, but delights in our differences, recognizes our fears as friends who bring lessons and gifts, and see that our incredible, one of a kind beauty  is present precisely because of our darkness. Our broken bits are what make us beautiful. They are part of the prism that scatters the pure light of love at the center of our being.  Our greatest gifts are often wrapped lovingly and snuggly in our greatest fears, waiting for us to mature enough so that we can understand what is needed to heal our wounded parts.

We struggle to manifest our gifts. We struggle to come to terms with our self. We struggle to bring our light to the world.  Slowly and with the passing of years, we begin to accept our selves. We begin to recognize, appreciate and take responsibility for our own life. We realize that we are complete. We stop the outer projection when we realize that our judging of the behaviors and actions of others is a manifestation of our unrecognized shadow. Our wounds – the dark inner places calling out to us for healing and attention. We begin to make friends with our interior darkness. This place of chaos and unformed things is also our place of potential, of creation. Our womb.  As we heal, we are ‘re-born’ , transformed into bringers of compassion, love and acceptance. We become whole and holy. We become lights for the world, living out our Divine connection to our beautiful earth and the beings on it. We can finally recognize and delight in our bond of ancient kinship. We have not been lost at all. We merely lost our way. We have always been known and loved dearly, for exactly who we are at this moment. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for…

Dwarfs, illumination and knowing that everything matters.

11 Sep
Telesphoros,  – Janet Balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, 19″ x 24″ c. 2014

Telesphoros, – Janet Balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, 19″ x 24″ c. 2014

 

I think of him as a healer of sorts- but maybe not a healer of symptoms, more of a caretaker of our need to create meaning where it seems none exists. A reconciler that ties things together- a witness to something greater that assures us that somehow what happens to us makes sense – that things are ultimately cared for and brought to completion. That somewhere, beyond our understanding, all is made right in the end.

Telephoros, the strange little ‘Accomplisher’ of the ancient world started out as a Celtic god. His original identity has been lost to us, but the name the Greeks gave him when he was brought to Anatolia in the 3rd century BCE give a clue: telos – meaning end, or purpose and phoros – carrying or bearing. ‘Endcarrier’. ‘Purposebearer’. His name actually means “the accomplisher” or “bringer of completion” in Greek. Telephoros was closely associated with Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine.

Carl Jung also had a fondness for Telephoros. He carved this sentence in a stone at his estate in Bolligen, Switzerland:

‘Time extending through the ages is a child playing at a game of chance. The child is king. Telephoros runs through the dark places of the world like a star sparkling in the depths, leading the way to the gates of the sun and the land of dream.’

To the modern mind, so much of what happens around us and to us seems so pointless. So accidental. So inconceivably beyond our ability to do anything about it. Our world perfectly acts out Jung’s metaphorical child playing his game of chance – great things happen. Accidents happen. Bad things happen to good people. We are overjoyed. We suffer. Despairing because chance implies randomness, suggesting non-order, no pattern, senselessness… one look around us could easily confirm this as truth. And yet…

‘Telephoros runs through the dark places of the world like a star sparkling in the depths, leading the way to the gates of the sun and the land of dream.’

To the ancient mind, most worldly or psychological forces were personified – it’s simply much easier to relate to a person or animal than to a concept of something. So our very human need for completion and purpose became Telephoros, personified as a dwarf, wearing a hood or cap and carrying a lantern. Dwarfs stand as a guardian of the threshold between the conscious and the unconscious realms. They traditionally have a life hidden from mankind, preferring twilight and night to daytime. I like to think Telephoros, when he’s not gatekeeping, carries his lantern through the depths of our personal and collective unconscious, shedding light on that which is in darkness, illuminating through dreams and longings what remains black and unknown in our waking hours. He casts a glimmer of purpose, balance and completion into the darkness of misunderstanding. He runs beyond limited concepts of time and space, acknowledging those things that appear accidental or random or unfinished. Holding his small light, he hurries ahead, urging us to the gates of the sun, the place of illumination, where life can be seen in its wholeness.
If we choose to entertain Telesphoros’ metaphor, we will find it easier if we adopt an attitude of faith that outside of time and mind heartaches will end, opposites are reconciled and healing is accomplished. The price of this faith is our willingness to allow light into our darkness.
Can we allow things the right to exist as they are, beyond our human compulsion to categorize them as good or bad, wrong or right, timely or untimely? Can we begin to conceive of a metaphorical space where opposites are reconciled and everything brought to completion- in its own time? Can we be ok with that? With not knowing? With letting something so important to us be ultimately out of our hands?
Compassion, deep self-love, acceptance, gratitude, mystery – these are concepts that we must personally personify in order to connect with the ancient belief echoed by every great teacher throughout time – that beyond our understanding, somehow, all is made right, things are cared for and everything matters.

 

Meditating on or moving with Telephoros can be particularly enlightening. (puns are good!)
In my drawing, Anam Cara, I’ve put the symbol for the feminine on his cape, indicating his integration with the intuitive feminine shadow world of dreams and the unconscious. Jung seems to have included the symbol for Venus on his Telephoros figure. ( I’m not sure if this is certain, but it makes sense.) Metaphorically balancing all energies,(i.e. healing), contemplating the concept of Telephoros provides a bridge to the idea of completion, integration, acceptance and ultimately surrender. Light a candle placed in a bowl of water. This is a great symbol of light in the unconscious realm.

Now… imagine seeing a book below the surface of a lake that is smooth as glass. Reach into the water and pull up the book. Watch the ripples as they recede and return the water to stillness. Notice the clouds float by in the reflection of the sky. Are you on the shore? In a boat? is the water cool? Is it a hot day? Do you hear birds? what do you smell? This sort of detail really gets your self involved and often allows things to drift to the surface that just as well might have remained on the bottom…. Become aware of what’s around you. Whenever you are ready, go curl up by the foot of an great oak tree and imagine reading that book!

drawing the neolithic way

9 Jun janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014
janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

 

These things always start off poorly. At this point I’m a bit panicky, because it looks more like a dessert rather than rock.  I stay with it, knowing that if I throw enough color at it, it will be fine. If in doubt, add more. (color, coffee, nutella…)

 

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

Getting the lines of ochre and sepia in, and the grey speckles. So far, everything in marker. The inner lines are outlined in black, so the point of this  is softening  up the black indentations and flattening them out visually. Nevermind the resemblance to  intestines. Or worse.

 

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

 

Now. Cover over the whole thing with a white pencil. rub most of the pencil off with a piece of kleenex. (beware the kleenex with the lotion!) then go back over the lightest bits with cream pencil. burnish again: if the kleenex isn’t ratty by now, push harder.

 

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

 

More colored pencil: Add in all those little veins with french grey 90%. Sienna, Light Umber. I speckled the entire thing with warm grey 90%. popped up the white with chinese white. I also added Rust(colored pencil) haphazardly across the top – partly because it gives a look of granite but mostly because I’m never really sure when something is done.

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

And there it is. A spiral cut into rock. Just like they did it in 10,000 BCE. ;)

Here it is in the overall picture:

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014

janet balboa, Anam Cara detail, marker and colored pencil, c. 20014