Tag: flowers

Lock, stock and Heart

Lock, stock and Heart EveryNow

The attractive power of these images depends largely on the natural flower colours on which the algorithms work. The pleasure in these patternings is connected with the organic chaos made by the application of geometry algorithms.

The inside is always bigger than the outside when the eyes of my eyes see

Colours found in the worlds of animal, vegetable and mineral, when placed side by side, do not clash, displease or revolt our senses. Musical notes we produce are harmonious to us, with few exceptions.

I often wonder who can tell me more about our human perceptions of the natural environment and our ways of relating, on varying scales of pleasure, to the colours and organic forms we see throughout the natural world on the one hand, and the harmonies of musical sounds we produce or hear on the other hand?

For sure, the answers relate to human beings themselves as organisms seamlessly intrinsic to this natural world which births us all.

* A little quiet time together *

* A little quiet time together *

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I and some others who took part in the guided Tree Walk with Anthony Goh one morning at Colourfest in 2013, intensely felt the experience and came away with deep lasting positive impressions from the trees themselves.

The two most tactile tangible realities we are all intimately in connection with throughout our existence are other human beings within the animal world, and grass, flowers and trees, as well as the plants we eat as food in the world of vegetables.

I publish this again here in thanks to Anthony. Before that day, a tree was an item of landscape, seen, but unrecognised, unacknowledged.

— Earth Mother bore our shoeless dancing feet with tender green love. Sky Father trees, all unconscious of their benign majesty, held millions of green solar flags high over us.

— The pinnacle of bliss at Colourfest 2013, was our experience with Tree Walk on Sunday, two by two, now eyes shut, now eyes open, touching, embracing, the breeze of bells carried in the warm air from the Wimborne St Giles church. It deeply moved all who took part, whether first-timers like myself, or not.

— The shockingly blissful conjunction of ourself with trees to the serious and gentle promptings of Anthony Goh was, in one word, thrilling.

— From that day on, my relationship with trees has been changed forever. For one thing, trees to me are no longer there like items which happen to be in my line of sight outside of me.

Trees at last I know to be fellow beings. Every one has a life story, a unique identity – a Treesonality.

Every one has an inner smile which I know I can share just by spending a little quiet time together.