Fuschia into Fall

The science fiction movie “Interstellar” reminded me we are all made out of what’s out there in Space. Our Sun, Old Sol, was not the father of our genetic material. He raised us but did not spawn us. Which is pretty good because he’s a hot-tempered fellow as far as celestial bodies go. Solar flares here and there can burn us to a crisp. But largely, he’s a big smiley face (is that what children everywhere actually see/feel?) having adopted all living things and usually shining down on us fondly.

Having an adopted celestial body with a hot temper and few minerals, and being comprised of Space debris, how did we get to love?

The big impressive, impactive point made in the movie when all human life on the planet Earth depended on a right decision made the first time is this: Love is THE energy to follow. When the crew of the scout space ship followed the analytical facts only, they found a planet with a crazed man willing to kill them all and kill himself. Wrong move, eh? Sound like overwhelming ego?  The female crew member made a compelling pitch for following her heart which loved an astronaut scientist at the other nearby planet. That’s the one that eventually became the new colony that thrived. Was that sheer coincidence? Or is Love actually an energy force that is capable of proving true even under scientific scrutiny?

What does all this have to do with my new pastel “Fuschia into Fall”?

This painting style deviates from my norm of painting only what I see. I have always been a Physical Realist in painting and drawing and venture very little into complete imagination or fantasy. However, yesterday afternoon, the sunlight hit the patio plants and engorged with them light. This intense light brought out their colors so brilliantly that I couldn’t stop enjoying them. Attached to a purple hoola hoop on my patio screen, these flowers and leaves cascaded into spectrum brilliance. The Garden House plants flavored the background in greens. My first choice was to draw out the plants tightly. I could have painted in strict Physical Realism but the movie so inspired me to follow only what I loved to see, that I simplified the background and felt the green energy coming from the sun.

The movie reminded me of my long years in study of Multidimensional Wisdom and my affection for the physical sciences. This I know: vibrations are everywhere. Though we are solid beings, our vibrations move with the greater  universe. Love is a true energy vibration.

Therefore, I painted only what I loved. It was hard for me to abandon the concrete images of Physical Realism. It was scary for me to venture into the vibration of Love only.  Fuschia, being a summer flower flows into the vibration of our planet as we spin on our axis toward the  Fall Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere.