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Faces of Earth

In this gallery we look at our identifier, the face (unless we are twins), the faces of some of our animal companions, and the art of iconography.

A lot of work has yet to be completed on this gallery, so please bear with the artist (who has to also paint to live).

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inanga > Penelope Cruzin with the Spider Butterflies detail What comes next?
inanga > Penelope Cruzin' with the Spider Butterflies (of course) Apart from Ms P, this must be one of the most beautiful faces on earth. I might buy this painting back and send it to Penelope Cruz. What a wonderful woman, about to have a child. oil, acrylic glitter and collage on canvas, unframed 2007 300mm x 460mm inanga SOLD (but it might be for sale by the owner - POA)
inanga > I-light and Hi-light - the eye of Ra detail from 'Kundalini Rising' inanga
inanga > Kundalini Rising detail from 'Kundalini Rising' I took this painting off a friend after he burnt one of my large canvasses in a Christmas tree fire. You can imagine it - canvas, wood frame and fuel-filled paint next to a burning tree. It had no chance. A pity as it was one of my best desert studies (Australian), but one on the path should have no desire, no attachment and no regrets. But then again, too few to mention... From wiki: Historian of religions Mircea Eliade called [George] Feuerstein's 'The Philosophy of Classical Yoga', 'one of the most profound and original contributions to the understanding of classical yoga'.' This is from the Epilogue to that book: "Yoga is like an ancient river with countless rapids, eddies, loops, tributaries, and backwaters, extending over a vast, colourful terrain of many different habitats. In this volume I have provided a bird's-eye view, giving the reader the broader picture and, I hope, a deeper appreciation of the inviting waters of Yoga and also of the checkered cultural landscape through which the river of Yoga has flowed in the course of its millennia-long development. Occasionally, however, I have zeroed in on a particularly relevant feature, exploring it as space permitted. Our last glance fell on the riverine-current of Hatha-Yoga, the Tantric tradition seeking to accomplish both spiritual enlightenment and bodily immortality. It is this branch of the meandering river of Yoga that carries us to the ocean, the world beyond India. For Yoga has definitely come West. There are today hundreds of thousands of Hatha-Yoga practitioners around the world who benefit from this age-old technology of bodily wholeness and personal growth. There are even more practitioners of meditation, especially "transcendental meditation," which is a form of Mantra-Yoga. They enjoy glimpses of the secrets of consciousness and its astonishing capacity to lift itself up by its own bootstraps - that is, to go beyond its own conditioning. Yet only a few people deeply and consistently commit themselves to exploring the intricate psychotechnology of the different branches of the Yoga tradition. It is they who are discovering that consciousness, the human body-mind, is a well-equipped laboratory in which can be found, through ecstatic self-transcendence, the philosopher's stone, the alchemical elixir of enlightenment. Admittedly, not everyone is able to follow their example, nor is this necessarily desirable. Nonetheless, the tradition of Yoga, of which there are still representative masters to be found, offers a wonderful opportunity to delve into the psychic and spiritual domensions that our postindustrial civilization has tended to neglect and shun." George Feuerstein. gouache, oil, acrylic, watercolour, gold paper, collage, greenstone on A2 canvas board, 2007 saved as koha (gift) for inventors of SmugMug (if they want it)
inanga > It's fun with a magnifying glass! Collage When you view this oversize - 'O' on selection bar - you realise that there are some really smart programmers in Silicon Valley. I dedicate this to the inventors of SmugMug and if they care to get in contact with me the original of 'Kundalini Rising' is theirs (i will frame it for you). A father and son, I believe. Appropriate this day in Aotearoa as it is Father's Day - Sunday 6 September 2009. courtesy of Picasa 3, Google, SmugMug and Mozilla Firefox 2009 inanga
inanga > Prakriti The essence of God's outpouring; detail from my 'Man to God to Man'. inanga
inanga > Were U? detail from my 'True Love' The text of the poem in the right-hand corner: TRUE LOVE Remember that night When we were naked With legs entwined Plaited to the bed By the beads in your hair Do you remember The talk of TRUE LOVE Can a promise made Always be kept? True love What it is, what is it, What will it be like? True love Teeth marks in a rose petal Magic tracks made by your Footsteps Through the clouds Exciting your 5th hemisphere And uniting north to south True love It is worth waiting for Step outside the wings Into the theatre of the stars True love It may, as the poets say Never run smooth True love Under which boulder will I find you Will you satisfy all my expectations. inanga (written in the Arizona Desert 2002) more txt to come on how it came to be
inanga > No Room at the Inn I found this beautiful head and shoulders pic of the Virgin and Child and decided to include it in a surreal landscape. The rock in the lower right-hand corner is composed of a doorway in some ancient ruins on the Maltese island of Gozo and the sun in the upper right, glitter and all, is one of the weirdest suns I have ever depicted. Furrows became haloes, and swirls became squares. The Virgin and Child looked like my partner Ms P and one of her daughters. ‘White’ and ‘wisdom’ enshrouded in a black gown. So our name for it is ‘Ms P and B on the way to Jerusalem, Whanganui River’. Acrylic, oil, crayon, metallic spray paint, glitter and collage on canvas board, 2007
inanga > Renoir Cloud Cardboard is my favourite canvas. It has an energy and a story all of its own. Imagine! It was once a tree and it travelled from the forest to the paper mill where it underwent a strenuous metamorphosis by chemicals, water and fire to be reborn as cardboard. The tree was once a seed, a seedling before that, and an idea in God’s mind long before that. Its DNA can be found in the cardboard. Anyway, the ream of paper made from the pulped tree found its way into an office in Wellington where it was stamped with an IRD logo and sent out as a final reminder for payment to a struggling couple in Ranui in Auckland’s working class western suburbs. They borrowed from friends and sent the payment reminder back to Wellington, paid in full. Helen Clark, then Prime Minister, had made an edict that all Government departments are actively recycling, so the reminder was photocopied and filed. It was imprisoned in the archives for seven years when as paper it was sent off for recycling in Tauranga. The piece of paper, considerably munched up, became a piece of cardboard. It was sent off to Korea where it was die-cut, stamped, and filled with a TV set. That set found its way back to the Warehouse chain of stores. It was sold in Rotorua, not far from Kaingaroa Forest where it was once a tree. A Maori family took it home to Ngongataha where they had trouble with it, so they returned it to the store. The TV and box were returned to Auckland where the fault was found to be minor. The box was repackaged with the TV and it was sent to a sale in the electronics store of the Warehouse in Johnsonville. I was in the store buying brushes and gesso. I wanted to paint on cardboard so I asked the checkout man if I could get some cardboard from their dump bin behind the store. He told me that was fine so I climbed into the bin and selected some pieces of cardboard. When I got back to the Heath Street Flats in Johnsonville I took a piece of the much traveled television box and started to paint. I imagined a New Zealand hill with rocky tops and cloud forming above it. I saw a woman (about the size of my partner Ms P) reclined on a bed, painted a few quick black strokes, and voila, Renoir Cloud. Gesso, oil and acrylic on cardboard (framed by the artist), 2008
Penelope Cruzin with the Spider Butterflies

detail

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> Penelope Cruzin with the Spider Butterflies detail What comes next?
Penelope Cruzin with the Spider Butterflies

detail

What comes next?
Camera: Fujifilm (Finepix S20pro ) |
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Original size: 439px x 762px |
Current: 173px x 300px |
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