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Being me now – everyone else was taken!

Three fifteen is a dangerous time to wake up. If you start thinking it usually goes downhill fast. So you try to go back to sleep.

What if you don’t, but instead look at why your thoughts are gloomy, why your energy is so low?

I did that this morning at around 4 AM, Gisborne time – we’re ahead of the world so maybe I was the first soul to wake this day?? Well apart from the worthy farmers and shift workers. OK the first artist? OK at least the first philosopher! So, I got to thinking… I’m so… blocked. I have a monstrous block. Maybe I need a phsychologist to sort me out. No, I really know what he’d say, and if he didn’t I’d now what he should have said. So why not just do that!? What would a good psychologist say to Peter Harris aka the Wizard of Eutopia? ‘Put up or shut up’. Or what Paulo Coelho’s  Alchemist told the Englishman who wanted to become a real alchemist and not just a book one: ‘TRY!’ Try and transmute that lead into gold. Even if you think you tried before, now, this time, in THIS moment, TRY it.

What did my inner Alchemist tell me to try? What all inner Alchemists tell us all the time if we’d only listen: BE YOURSELF ALREADY! But what is me? Well, what’s my name? wizard of eutopia… hm… wizards do what? Well they change situations, make eutopias happen, catalyse. They’re alchemists of culture, turning the leaden societies about them into gold. They create portals through which people may go into a golden era. They hold a space, they plant a flag, they declare the ancient divine platitudes to a new generation of unbelievers who want the courage to believe them. Hm… haven’t I been there, tried that?

So I need to come out and TRY it AGAIN. Better. Eutopia is a phoenix bird, needs the wizard to revive it. But first he must revive himself.  ‘The kingdom of heaven is within us’. Amen!

SO, my plan is to

1 Get a space (I have one in mind – it’s big and spacious and cheap, here in Gisborne), start communicating with people who come there, have a round table with a phase timer so we remember to do all the dynamic things, in good order, in the divine Balance: 1 Love and listen; 2 Imagine and envision; 3 Reason and plan; 4 Act and communicate. For the logic of this see my www.4phase.org

2 Do my art in that space, and make the ferrocement hobbit havens and other sculptural icons.

3 Maybe open the space to other ‘harvesters, creators and rejoicers’. On the front it will say something like  ‘Eutopia. All welcome’ Or Altars of Art. Names and naming does tie me in knots often, but not this time!

email me wizardofeutopia@gmail.com if you like the  sound of this. If in Gisborne you could join me

So, what has been my biggest, monstrous, block? I think those who know me would agree (?) it’s shyness, this huge reluctance to engage with normal people out there in the normal world. The more I become ME, the weirder and more alien and threatening that ‘normal’ world and those ‘normal’ people seem to become. This morning I got that I am NOT shy per se – just shy of the idea of these implacably normal people, the System they represent that’s the real Monster out to get me, kill my soul, deny my dreams and visions. So it’s simple, really: I get with people who aren’t like that, who do want to be truly alive and think for themselves, and create new things and a better life and a better place. Eutopians… and ‘show them the rainbow and the stairway to the overman’. (thus spake Zarathustra)

Zarathustra’s monster he called the Spirit of Gravity, that mole-dwarf of leaden spirit that denies and drags down. His weapon against it was to fling it off his back and say ‘Stop dwarf!  I! Or you!’ And to show it the endless circle of life and to say Yes to it. I think what really defeated the dwarf was that Zarathustra danced. And that he laughed… like the shepherd in his vision who was choking from a black snake crawling into his throat. He bites off the head and jumps up, no longer a mere mortal but an overcomer, and he laughs. And Nietzsche writes, ‘My longing for this laughter consumes me…’

What is your monster?  When (and how) will you bite its head off and leap up, laughing?

 

 

 

 

 

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Sleepwalking through a wonderland

I realized today that’s what I’m doing when I’m ‘busy making other plans’ all the time and miss the staggering wonder of life – people, babies, children, dogs, cats, birds, trees, flowers – a cascade of things and beings, most of which are not out to get me or ruin my life, and some of which (take dogs, for example, ok Poppy and Honey) have amazing, unflagging love and devotion for me. If you are also lucky enough to have someone who lives with you and puts up with you and even occasionally tells you they love you, well  – thy cup runneth over!  Then there’s children and grandchildren – a huge theme of this year for us as our second grandson was born.

Why the sudden appreciation of all life? A near-death experience? No, mercifully all it took was a few hours collecting some of the photos we took this year, for a pictorial Christmas card. Some of grandchildren, some of children, some of my art labours. Here’s the draft.

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Maybe this WAS a particularly lovely year to look back on and wish I had been more ‘present’ to it. (Yes – thanks to brother John were were even in Paris and Oxford, and Florence and Cannes this year, and nobody shot us or anyone of the peaceful multitudes we saw). But really, life is so abundant and fractally amazing, even a year in gardens looking at leaf patterns could have done it for me – if necessary! Those adorable beings which periodically invaded our Appletree garden were a fantastic bonus.

Life is like the transfinite numbers, from which you can strip whole infinities of lower order and they remain the same (!!?). That’s why I suppose many of those who have least have learned the secret of appreciation of what remains – and can see ‘infinity in a grain of sand, or eternity in an hour’ WOW! Right on! And I am not even (and never was) stoned, either!

Why not try making a compilation celebrating YOUR kaleidoscopic, fractally infinite, year of 2015?

 

 

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The Dawn Station

Well… the painting is nearly finished – or, ground to a halt somewhere short of any ideal I had for it. It’s of the Station, where I still hope to have my studio and also a little yard for hobbithavens…

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The Vintage Railway trust has the lease from the iwi, and sublet to artists, a bronze caster, and now (in faith!) a hobbit cabin builder. But through the person who ‘liaises’  with them I hear they don’t want a ‘builder’ near the station, as they plan to have it open for excursions for their vintage steam engine and carriages when these are overhauled… Sigh… I think I need to talk to them direct, and explain the many advantages and allay their fears of huge power bills etc. People do jump to conclusions when they know almost nothing – after all, it saves them the trouble of finding out the facts and changing their mind… I love the little area of waste land at the end of the platform. It has a big apricot tree and an oak side by side. The Balance… We wants it…

The apricot tree is on the right… Not yet in blossom of course! the pond is really just an oval of grass. But the birds are all around…

So, now I’m at home, a bit under the weather from a cold, carving and painting and trying not to worry about things like no flatmates yet for Appletree… Now there’s a blank canvas. Dare I cut away from the plethora and choose one subject and begin? A maditation (I mean, meditation…freudian slip! Not a bad one though. This mad pursuit…) in the dark might help – something will come forward and entrance me – at least invite me to follow it onto the painted world. Watch this space…

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Meanwhile the grandfather does his bit.. We took Bruno to the Baby Disco last night. We thought he’d be dancing till dawn, but he was quite overwhelmed.

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At the Station, the Gisborne beach is behind the trees. We went there too, with the doglets.

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The unfolding is so complex to our finite minds, it makes my head spin if I try to hold in mind even just the disparate threads in my own life… The Ark in Kaiwaka still with two empty rooms and a giant dove unused… The land… philosophy and writing ..aghh! But it’s ok. I’m learning to roll with it and float on the near-chaos. And make art. It’s Life, they say…:)

oh yes, carving… restained the greenstone Lady of the Boat:

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Where is she sailing? Maybe she doesn’t know. But she nurtures the baby, and trusts.

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I’m 61, washed up, and in a Good Space!

What’s a good space to be in that takes 61 years to get to? The space of knowing it’s up to me to be me, and that it is possible, indeed it’s natural! And knowing that all I need I have in memory, experience, and the present, and that creation ex nihilo is right now possible…

I’m writing this post in Gisborne where I never thought I’d be. Dislocated, most of my tools up north, unfinished business everywhere, a flat to set up, no one showing up yet, a grandson to frequently drop off and pick up, and some way of earning money to be developed (the plan is hobbit cabins as in www.hobbithaven.nz ) But the opening into that space has already come, as I have looked within and seen things that inspire me, and abilities that still remain – writing and thinking and painting and sculpting and building. But above all, doing Art. That is, coming from the space within and around me that is mine. Electric with possibility.

What else do I know now that helps me feel sure I can do good things? That I don’t have to unify it all – it all comes through me, and that is unity enough. I love that! So much energy and time spent agonising what to do next, and what not to do. Well,

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” (Kerouac. emphasis not intentional – it pasted like that – but good!!)

need i say more? Now I will go out and paint something. Not ‘I should’ (god knows i probably ‘should’nt’!) but I WILL. Probably a vision of the future, of the place I will rent a little space in – the old Gisborne railway station. Just today got the word there’s a room available. It’s run-down, spacious, dreaming sort of place, a waitangi settlement apparently. I had a vision of such a place before we came here – run-down, spacious, cheap, near the river, the beach, and the city centre. It didn’t take long to find. Wow. There’s magic in the air… and birds: a flock of pigeons, some white heron, ducks… the doglets love it here.

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Helped today reading ‘steal like an artist’ by austin kleon. one of the quotes in it is: ‘don’t worry about unity from piece to piece – what unifies all of your work is the fact that you made it.’ see some of his work here: :))))

Now get the heck out into the world and make something great that is YOU! (please! And get let me know what you did).

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Grandson under the apple tree

Some places just feel special… this is the back yard of the house we are going to rent and later buy subject to finance, in Gisborne. The apple tree glowed… and little Bruno seemed so at home there when we went to look at it, like a Hobbit child…A perfect Grandparents’ Place…

If you find a place like that, say Yes to it, I think…

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