Friday, September 18, 2009

Buddha in the Blue




Buddha and New Moon
Watercolor and Digital Collage


This image is a collage of two watercolor paintings that I altered and combined. The Buddha was inspired by the countless headless Buddhas that I saw while traveling in Thailand. Asian relics such as heads have been pillaged illegally throughout the last few hundred years in order to serve the desires of collectors and so on. I'm starting a painting series of headless Buddhas.

I greatly apologize not coming to your blog recently. I've been a little headless myself as of late. I'm feeling kind of overwhelmed by this health care fight, and am putting so much emotion into it that it is starting to make me crazy. What a vortex of insanity. Painting has been a wonderful way to escape news, computers, reality, whatever. Anyway, I will be around to your blogs very soon and I thank you for your continued visits to mine.

Oh, I can't seem to think of a poem to go with the image, so please feel free to create one yourself in the comments!




11 comments:

Marion said...

Sending you love and blessings, dear Cat. Calm down, take some deep breaths and keep painting! That's a beautiful work or art. A poem in color. xoxoxo

steveroni said...

Whichever muse calls you on a day, answer with your work, your heart.
Pour out, as from a pitcher,
words and paints
Until all gushes forth
In glorious praise of the Creator.

Peace

Karen said...

No poems, but much caring for your tender spirit that hurts so deeply for others, Cat. The painting is gorgeous. I can't wait to see your headless Buddha series.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

Cat, your work of art stands alone, needing no words to validate it. It is so impressive in every element of art - color, shape, line, etc. The composition is fantastic.

I am very intrigued by your headless Buddha series and can't wait to see more. You are always on the cutting edge of creativity!!

I hope things level out for you. I know exactly how you are feeling - all's not right with the world just now. Take care - xo

RachelW said...

I shall post a poem, and blog it too, because I desperately need some blog-fodder. :)

'Temple'

The moon was rubbed gold that night,
a sliver of wealth
anointed layer by layer by the hands
of the living,
the hands of the dead
and the touch of those long gone before.

Grandmother was there
somewhere too, sandwiched
in peeling gold micron-thin,
and great-grandmother, her hair
shiny-black under a silk scarf
fresh and bright, full of air and sun.

The moon was rubbed-gold that night,
and beyond it stretched
an impossible sky of milky way,
a light-filled bowl
long-stirred for the feast.

the walking man said...

Lotus thoughts
stems firmly rooted
in the mud
rise above the watery place
where the head
once floated as a flower
to escape freely
to the place
of light and being.

Shadow said...

your escapism is wonderfully creative.

Catherine Vibert said...

Marion, thank you dear Marion. I am breathing now! :-)

Steve, Beautiful.

Karen, thank you so much, you are a treasure.

K, it's great to see you around again, you must be back from your summer off! I truly thank you for your words, I am deeply honored.

Rachel, oh Rachel. Truly gorgeous. I love the Asian sentiments that you brought into the poem! And the rubbed gold moon, perfect.

Walking Man, you have captured my thinking and intention in your poem! Excellent.

Shadow, thanks!

I've really missed all your blogs, and I will be around very soon.

Margaret said...

I'm so glad you have can find solace from stress in your painting Cat.

Good luck in your health care fight. I hope you achieve some goals.

Calli said...

I will always visit you, Sis!

Escapism, hmmm, been doing a bit of that myself lately. My schedule has become overwhelming at times, even blogging can be, and a break is required!

Vesper said...

At first, I thought it was a butterfly, this headless Buddha... So beautiful...
With or without poems, we escape with you, Cat, to all these wondrous places of beauty... Thank you.
Take care of yourself.
xo

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