Category Archives: Kuan Yin
Kuan Yin Nearing Completion
This has been quite a journey of trusting in Divine inspiration and my faith in bringing forward this painting. Kuan Yin, Bodhisattva of Compassion, has been my muse throughout the process and I give thanks for her guidance. As she nears completion, Mary—the mother and Magdalena—have been calling to me. A natural flow born of the birthing energy that is building as we move into spring and this time of resurrection as the earth blossoms in all her glory after the dark of winter. See my last post for the amazing cherry tree photos!
Kuan Yin Painting
Slow pace in the studio these days as is the rhythm of the Earth in winter. Kuan Yin is my muse as I continue bringing her to life on the canvas. Goddess of compassion, “She Who Hears the Cries of the World.” Listening to Jennifer Berezan’s “She Carries Me,” a long chant to Kuan Yin and the Divine Mother, while I work—evoking the energy and compassion of this bodhisattva.
Kuan Yin 4
From the Tao Te Ching:There was something formless yet complete,
That exited before heaven and earth;
Without sound, without substance,
Dependent on nothing, unchanging,
all pervading, unfailing.
One may think of it as the mother of
all things under heaven.
Its true name we do not know.
Kuan Yin 3
Listen to the deeds of Kuan Yin
Responding compassionately on every side
With great vows, deep as the ocean,
Through inconceivable periods of time,
Serving innumerable Buddhas,
Giving great, clear, and pure vows…
To hear her name, to see her body,
To hold her in the heart, is not in vain,
For she can extinguish the suffering of existence.From the Buddhist Lotus Sutra
Kuan Yin 2 Progression
Up before the dawn this morning, co-creating with the emergence of a new day. Gorgeous sunrise over the Cascades. I will continue to post images of my recent painting of Kuan Yin as she emerges from the canvas. In the spirit of the Divine Mother and the Taoist tradition:
The Taoist artist or poet intuitively reached into the secret essence of what he[she] was observing, making himself one with it, then inviting it to speak through him, so releasing the dynamic harmony within it. He imposed nothing of himself on it but reflected the creative soul of what he was observing through the highly developed skills that he had cultivated over a lifetime of practice. . . . The Tao flows through the whole work as cosmic presence, at once transcendent in its mystery and immanent in its form. —From The Divine Feminine by Andrew Harvey and Anne Baring