| Peacock |
 The Peacock -exploring ego...
This was an adventure to create...
The peacock colours green of the heart, blue of self- expression, indigo of intuition and the violet of higher knowledge... all them arty hippy tones.
If peacock was an instrument he'd be a soprano sax. LOL
We all love the 'pizazz' Csikszentmihalyi talks about, all that glitters and sparkles of life. It's naturally wonderful til Pizzazz turns into razzamatazz, that brings in the bux, then the hullabaloo starts. Ideas become commodities. Commodities are seldom self-expression,
Potential mates surely love some pizazz, a bit a show-biz, but the peacock just goes about the day, in a natural fashion.
The peacock does not attempt to put on other peoples eyes. Or play with mirrors, or try to find a spotlight to gain maximum lustre. He just Is.
The genIsis is real pride... Mana
This little painting simply began, or began simply with the lovely form I saw in the four large feathers.
The peacock feather has been used in many cultures through history. Sometimes to symbolise the eyes.
There's an Amnesty international concert celebrating the Declaration of Human Rights, where the Delai Lama is unfamiliar with the concept low self-esteem. He says- this idea is sad...
This dilemma is resolved though. At this stage of the painting the peacock himself is not yet manifest. That was the next step - my teacher Norma McCarthy said she would go and let me explore 'the scream'. The three top feathers... Without Norma energy - I explore the simple bird, not quite 'The Sparrow' only bigger, but a humble creature of original innocence. The female isn't even blue an' purple. Yet ol' Mr Show-biz eye loves her just as she is.
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