Instead of Living with Fear


Playing with Fear by Lidia Kenig-Scher

Today I like to focus on the elephant in the room: FEAR.

Unless you have been hiding underground, you will have noticed that a large segment of our neighbors, friends, co-workers and family are experiencing fear to such an extent that many are changing vacation plans, adding security systems to their homes, avoid large gatherings and make it a point to talk to their children about safety. In fact, ads for bulletproof school bags are again ubiquitous and demands for legislators to enact laws that control gun ownership and access to assault weapons reached a fever pitch while traditional and social media forums are filled with anger, fear and despair.

Here in the United States, we are a nation fiercely divided, with each faction blaming the other for their woes. It is all happening amidst a presidential primary election season where over 20 candidates vie for attention in order to qualify for the next round of debates and an incumbent president has chosen to fan the flames of division and fear as a re-election strategy.

It all got crystallized when once again, two unconscious individuals took it upon themselves and went to great lengths, to commit genocide inspired by the idea that some groups of people have more rights to live in this country than others. Both killers felt validated by the constant replay of divisive rhetoric.

While conflict is unavoidable and potentially enriching, how we think about it will determine if we become richer for it or are so emotionally and spiritually crippled that we fail to physically thrive.

On March 1933, a beleaguered nation heard president Franklin D. Roosevelt say in his inaugural speech“So first of all let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself-nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes the needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.” FDR himself had narrowly avoided the bullets of a would-be assassin, two weeks before he spoke these words to a country in the throes of the most severe depression the United States has ever known.

Many in the business community at that time, feeling pinched by the economic decline equated the nation with an invalid afflicted with a mental problem; a paralysis of action. This thinking somehow had to be turned around, toward positive confidence.

Julius Barnes, the Chairman of the Board of the National Chamber of Commerce suggested such metaphor, positing that by changing the “patient’s” thinking, the body would naturally recover its mobility. President Roosevelt became the much needed mental healer for the body nation at that time.

Current research suggests that Mr Barnes was quite accurate in his assertions.

I have no desire to run for president, join the shouters or deliver lofty pronouncements, and we have not yet found an FDR for our times, but I concur that the nucleus of our societal problem lies in WHAT we think and the actions that follow our thinking. Thoughts are real forces and this has been known for millennia.

Our thoughts affect our vibrational field and in turn we affect all who surround us in a viral contagion. Whether or not we accept that we are interconnected, all we have to do is look around; open Facebook or turn on the television, check in with suicidal hotlines and speak with psychotherapists.

Instead of complaining, I have taken the quiet yet industrious route, I create sacred objects that help people, slowly over time, to notice their life patterns, become conscious and shift their thinking toward a more inclusive, compassionate and benevolent existence. When I help people install their commissioned Door Protectors, I teach them how to use the art we co-created to derive the maximum benefit. I remind them that it is like a mirror they can rely upon to reflect their true selves. I suggest they aim their gaze inward and see that fear and anger arise when they imagine a future that does not exist or recall past occurrences that are long gone.

The mantra at the center of this Door Protector is the same mantra that the historical Buddha taught 2600 years ago when he was teaching about building a wholesome and fulfilling life. It’s called the Wish Granting Jewel Mantra.

The Buddha noticed that when his disciples learned, chanted the mantra and were present to its sound and meaning, they became enlightened on the spot. That is because each of the 12 syllables are seeds of the Four Noble Truths and the Eightfold Path; the most important tenets at the core of Buddhist philosophy.

The mantra was the Buddha’s way to remind us of our own light and the wisdom that we carry…always. When we look upon the mantra, or hear it, we feel its vibration at our core.

Everything has a vibration and an energy field.

We do not need to be Buddhists to accept Door Protectors into our lives. We simply need to connect to its vibration and through practice, deeply connect with its energy. It happens because what I paint for the owners is channeled through meditation and propelled by my conscious intention to be such conduit for maximum benefit.

I am a better person because I work with my Door Protector and the mantra every day of my life. The testimony of hundreds of clients and collectors for the past 12 years caused me to pause and take note of their effect on people and environments. Everyone has had amazing results in many areas of their lives. They tell me that above all, they are no longer ruled by FEAR and that it has become an easy practice to check-in when in the presence of conflicts, questions and the need to make important decisions.

Some feel truly enlightened!

Thus, I have committed to have as many Door Protectors as possible into people’s homes and businesses, as they affect the owners and all those who see it and pass under it. Instead of living with fear, click on the link in this paragraph, above to commission your own or go the the website Gallery to order a print of your choice and start working with its energies.

The commissioned sacred art carries us throughout our lives. Prints have shown to work for a period of time-months or a couple of years, and help with prescient matters. A print works because in instinctively selecting one, we make an important connection through the images, that will be helpful in our life at this moment in our life path.

Prints are a good way to experience working with Door Protectors.

Go on and order a print today!

Note: The artwork on this post-Playing with Fear, was published in a post in 2011. The original has sold, but copies are available. If you like it, just touch the image and check out your favorite size on the website.

The Colors of Healing


The Colors of Healing by Lidia Kenig-Scher (c)
The Colors of Healing by Lidia Kenig-Scher (c)

I always loved looking up at the sky when the sun peaks over the horizon until it fully rises and lights up the day. A pure white ball surrounded by the blazing yellow corona inches up, it turns intensely orange and slowly disperses the red tones. Then magenta and violet puffs show up as if the sky was flowering. Soon the blues take over, the shimmering fire mass moves higher and when fully visible it warms the land.

Sunrise from my bedroom window

Many days I feel so energized after the marvelous spectacle out of my bedroom window, that I follow it by an open sky meditation where I simply focus on the vastness of the blues while fully grounded on the earth. It is rather easy to later glide into the studio and paint a sky. Possibilities are endless!

Progress painting

Twas on one of these mornings that I started the painting I call The Colors of Healing; fittingly so, it began with a sunrise. I wanted to capture the vision still in my heart and by the end of the first session; the canvas showed what appeared to be a flame of sun fire springing into a dance.

I loved how the magenta color looked against the blue sky and next to the orange brushstrokes. I must have been sensing the light inside me, because what sprung from the sun mass was painted in pure gold paint.

During the third session I became intrigued by the shape behind the “sun dancer” and loved how the light blue color was showing through.

In the final session, the forms distinguished themselves as if rising from the darkness and in front of the sun. Back-lit by the brightness, the two “figures” were not really detached.

The sky became more layered, the magenta more prominent and the dark purple more grounding. The turquoise hue offered a luminous contrast, uniting the shapes and highlighting a sense of joyous movement.

Where there two figures or two aspects of one? As I contemplated the finished work, I realized that it was helping me process a difficult interaction with a loved one.

Tears flowed where I saw separation and I summoned the nectar of mercy and compassion residing deep in my heart. I looked within and connected to its light and asserted that the same luminescence is within each of us; we are just at different stages of realizing it.

Where I felt despair, I glanced at the images in the art, at first dancing apart and ultimately reunited. Thus, I placed trust in the process and on Divine timing.

Where I perceived judgement, I healed it by dwelling on self-love and visualized the warm feelings growing to encompass all my loved ones. I surrounded everyone in peace, joy and gratefulness.

The title of the painting came at the end of the contemplation. I realized that the color turquoise and the mineral with the same name both embody the energy of wholeness. Much as humans like to focus on what divides us, in essence, we are one. Magenta vibrates with the energies of harmony and emotional balance. As the combination of red and violet, it merges the passion, power and energy of red, and it’s balanced by the dark, quiet and introspective energy of violet.

Magenta stimulates intuition and vision. It is transformative in that it encourages the release of old patterns preventing us from growing emotionally and spiritually. It assists us in moving forward through the door of unconditional love, compassion, kindness, cooperation, self-respect and contentment with ourselves; who we are and what we have. Gold is the quintessential color of healing; it symbolizes spirituality, higher understanding and communion with Source; with All That Is.

Blue, the dominant color in the painting vibrates with the vastness of the sky, conferring the sense of peace, serenity and the connection to a higher consciousness.

If you resonate with this painting and its healing properties, go to The Colors of Healing and purchase it now. Its power and beauty will not disappoint you!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Judgements-The Disease of the Mind


Judgments by Lidia Kenig (c) 2018
Judgments by Lidia Kenig (c) 2018

 When I contemplated this painting for what it was teaching me, I was initially attracted by the bright colors and rich textures, but when I moved past the glitz, I saw that it reflected recent experiences of being judged and judging. As such, I welcomed the opportunity to move through the initial emotional reaction and its delusional nature to see the actual gifts.

I think I was triggered by the cluster of shapes on the left side being offset by the very organic, plant-like form on the right. This was indeed a sign of separateness. But it was the tightness of the cluster with the bright red on top that stopped me on my tracks. It implied righteousness-as when we angrily judge another who appears to have disappointed us.

I reached into my heart and touched my recent sting! Yet I knew that there is a choice in how we interpret judgments others make about us. If we allow our ego to sprint with the emotions, we all lose. If we step back and reflect, we may accept the judgment as a karmic gift; an opportunity to heal the situation the judgment revealed and grow by releasing what we learned from our subconscious.

And relationships hold the richest lessons. Our inter-beingness coupled with mindfulness provide the mirror we can use to notice what has come up for healing.  This is a shared yet very individual opportunity; for we are each on our own personal journey to enlightenment.

When we are the ones who judge and notice it, we would be wise to remember that “whoever judges others digs a pit for themselves.” (Buddha) The moment we set ourselves apart from others through judgment, we plant seeds that will eventually blossom as negative experiences in the future.

When in the painting I looked more closely at the red drips in the middle of the cluster, it appears to purposely reach out to touch the separate one on the right.  To me, it depicts very prescient life situations our society is grappling with. We not only dislike those we disagree with and judge them as incorrect; we work very hard to point out their wrongness, elevate our rightness and use our judgments to shame them into conforming. In the process, we forfeit our authenticity, neglect to see what is possible, relinquish self-trust and discernment and give up on inner peace.

A sixth Century Chinese Chan (Zen) text calls judgments, “the disease of the mind”.

Looking at all phenomena through the lenses of “like” and “dislike”, keeps us from seeing the whole picture, in other words, to practice discernment. When we encounter a life situation and examine it with a child’s demeanor, we are able to understand what has appeared and can make sound decisions. Acknowledging that we are upset or delighted and be willing to move freely between attraction and aversion, or praise and blame, without attaching to one view or another, helps us not only to be spiritually and emotionally richer; it does bring wholeness and peace.

And it is through wholeness that we find the peace of God, “which surpasses all understanding, and will guard our hearts and minds…” (Philippians 4:7)

Purchasing this painting will help you to understand the differences between judging and discerning, and will serve as a reminder of the choices you have when being judged or when you judge others, including yourself. It will teach you to trust Life. Additionally, its color palette will brighten any space!

To buy it, go to, Judgments

Can You Allow Life to Surprise You?


Allowing Life to Surprise by Lidia Kenig-Scher (c) 2018
Allowing Life to Surprise by Lidia Kenig-Scher (c) 2018

 

I must admit, I was getting impatient. I have been feeling listless for several weeks. I would meditate and fall asleep. I would go to bed early and sleep late. I would go into the studio and stare at a blank canvas with an equally blank gaze. I would re-arrange the brushes and inspect them carefully only to put them back unused in their bin. Even though I checked all my acrylic inks and the soft body paints for drips and dried up paint, when I looked around I noticed that the studio was untidy yet my living quarters were nice and clean.

Lacking motivation to read, I slept. I was not depressed; my empty mind knew that this is how I needed to be at the moment. From a sort of hibernation I trusted that somehow I would eventually find my way into a more physically and mentally productive stage. The full yin mode prepared me for a shift that fittingly so, began on the first day of Spring.

The sun was shining brightly as I cautiously entered the studio and felt the change in consciousness. I looked down and saw light in my heart and began to quickly and randomly apply soft body cadmium yellow paint on to a square canvas with a slanted palette knife. Filled with joy, I scratched the thick paint to make deep marks on the surface. I did this literally and figuratively, like I finally broke through a stalemate.

Even though I soon ran out of steam and needed to rest again, I was unafraid to yield. Something was about to be born and all I had to do was to continue to show up and be willing to be genuinely surprised. Allowing was the key.

A beautiful pearl is born when the oyster quietly secretes pearlescent nacre as she tries to ward off a foreign substance. Allowing gives time for the foreign (the unknown) to become, make itself known and reveal the beauty of the process.

During the next session, violet and lavender drips moved about the canvas aided by air from a compressor. When the undulating deep purple shape appeared on the bottom, I realized that I had created a window into the new cycle of my life.

Contemplating the final painting and looking for the lessons it was teaching me, I saw that after a whirlwind period of painting, exhibiting, presentations, teaching and writing, I needed permission to really let go. Thus, I allowed myself to come apart and be dissembled so that the pieces could be reassembled into a new spiritually coherent form.

The drips were an important part of my learning. They represent my unwillingness to detach from a painful life situation. The images suggest that it is time for a thorough unraveling. Spirit guided me to see that the reedy formations crafted into branches were now bursting with luscious red berries. Basking in the light of a glorious sunrise the young trees are so rapidly growing that they blend into the dreamy sky.

This painting reminds me and anyone who beholds it that life does not have to be grasped, or sought as much as received. When we are willing to trust our heart’s guidance and hold the necessary time and space for the new to unfold, we allow life to surprise us with the sweet berries of gratefulness, delight and joy.

As I internalized the art’s gifts, I received even more.  I was offered new and exciting art commissions, renewed a very old friendship and my family is hosting a party for my birthday. Last week, a friend hosted a surprise celebration for me.  Former students publicly expressed their appreciation for how my teaching affected them, a faraway friend surprised me with plans to visit me in the fall and another one booked a visit for next Summer.

I could actually post a very long list of happy surprises, but I hope that you may want to purchase the painting and learn to allow Life to Surprise You! Click on the link to see the painting up close and buy it now.

A Storm of Divine Light


A Storm of Divine Light by Lidia Kenig (c) 2018
A Storm of Divine Light by Lidia Kenig (c) 2018

When I first heard that physical pain was an opportunity to bring about awareness and heal a part of my life’s journey, I thought… great, bring it on!

When it was suggested that the pain may go away when I acknowledged the lesson and embraced its role in helping me be whole, I said…that’s easy. I meditate regularly, I fix it!

When I understood that what came up for healing, was a chapter of my life I already deemed “complete”; I was not surprised!

When I experienced sustained and debilitating pain, I acknowledged that embracing and integrating the spiritual lesson may take longer and it may require reviewing the prior layer.

When I considered that seeking relief from the outside may be a band-aid, I realized that it could offer the temporary space I needed for clarity.

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Sitting in front of my Door Protector, I pondered on the intention I put forth for this year: to experience Divine Light.

I chanted the mantra and then spent time embellishing prints I had sold over the holidays. I went to acupuncture, reflexology and chiropractic and I stretched my sore right heel while tapping.

I had known for quite a while that my symptoms were those of Plantar Fasciitis but I chose to ignore them. I suspected the emotional connection and ignored that too.

Now I could no longer do so.

The fibrous tissue that connects the heel bone to the toes and supports the arch of the foot is a ligament called fascia. It is the feet’s “shock absorber” that holds all the parts together and keeps them strong and functioning optimally. If we strain our plantar fascia, this ligament gets weak, swollen and inflamed, causing the heel or the bottom of the foot to hurt when standing or walking.

Michael J. Lincoln Ph.D., a pioneer in the field of healing emotional wounds by integrating behavioral and psychoanalytic approaches has done extensive research on the role of emotions in physical trauma. In his seminal book, Messages from the Body, Dr Lincoln describes life situations that correlate with the symptomatology of Plantar Fasciitis.

 For example, when we become the shock absorber for anybody else’s pain, or when we feel responsible for keeping things together at home or at work, we are often tired, burdened and our calves’ muscles contract. When we don’t feel supported or valued, or when we feel frustrated and stuck in a relationship or life situation; the ligament in the feet, the mechanism that supports us gets tight, causing tiny tears that lead to pain and swelling.

“The emotional component of plantar fasciitis in the right foot involves having deep conflicts over how to get support, as well as concerns about relationships and commitment. For the left foot, it’s about being handicapped with vulnerability issues, unwilling to receive support, and refusing to allow others to be caretakers”, says RN and Guided Imagery Practitioner, Maureen Minnehan Jones.

I knew that I long experienced frustration and alienation with some very important relationships. I often feel stuck so I push the pain of helplessness deep inside where it burrows and seethes. Thus I had no trouble seeing that my feet, which in Feng Shui knowledge correspond to the energy of family and ancestry, were offering me a chance to revisit how I think about my role in these liaisons and change my mind pattern to one that allows for receiving support, assistance and encouragement from all kinds of people and situations, including self-love and forgiveness.

What better way to start changing these particular malfunctioning mind patterns than experiencing Divine Light?

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Last weekend I entered the studio for the first time since I slipped on black ice and sustained a concussion in late December. I meditated, I chanted, I cleaned surfaces, vacuumed the floor and organized materials and then, I unwrapped a new canvas.

Surrendering to the pristine surface, I consciously invited Divine Light to fully enter it as if this was the Earth and asked that this light weave its brilliance and energy into my whole being. I willingly became light’s living vessel and the images appeared easily and joyfully.

A storm was raging outdoors and in my studio; a huge transformation was taking place. I felt strong, grounded, peaceful and loved, as if the soul of the earth had taken hold of my heart.

It had and there it merged with Heaven’s light.

The next day I painted for 8 more hours without pain.

How could I not when I was amidst A Storm of Divine Light?

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I still have more mind-shifting to do, but I am in the game and I am patiently moving. While I do my exercises, radiance flows into me and it fills me with joy and love. Panting itself is a very loving practice. When I am creating there is no pain and no thinking. In the studio I feel profoundly loved and cared for. What I also enjoy, is that when I meditate with it afterwards, the art provides me with tools to see a life situation anew and suggests ways to move through the lesson in a positive and life affirming manner.

The art is conceived in love and henceforth it broadcasts love. Those who own my artworks confirm this assertion.

A Storm of Divine Light depicts joyous love and emits this powerful vibration. It will thus touch lives and effect meaningful changes wherever it hangs.

Here you can purchase A Storm of Divine Light and experience it firsthand.

 

Simply Love


Simply Love By Lidia Kenig Scher
Simply Love by Lidia Kenig Scher (C)

 

Happy Valentine’s Day!

This post is a reprint from the original posted a year ago. It is one of my favorite paintings and posts because of the powerful learning I received from working on the art and the writing. Read on and may you also learn to simply love yourself as never before!!!

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Seating on the cushion, pondering on love, I soon uncovered some old wounds having a lively party with my “small self”. The revelry festering in the shadows soon became loud enough for me to notice and I began squirming on the cushion. I became snippy, short-tempered, and felt very hungry; all clear signs that I needed a bright light to crash the festivities and dance instead of eating.

I soon engaged with a confused little girl who was still playing with the remnants of long ago events that laden with emotional charge, were assigned a “not-good-enough” meaning. That little girl was stuck in a time capsule within the recesses of my mind and continued to interfere with all my relationships, but most of all, it deeply affected my relationship with myself.

Instead of becoming annoyed and impatient I went into the studio and began to paint as if the canvas was the bright light to shine in on the shadows. A heavy mixture of gold, silver and white paint became the undercoat. Yet gazing through the lustered paint I felt unable to hear my heart’s voice and ended the first session sponging and scraping a soft turquoise blue color.

Over the next few days I sat with the “little child who needed love” and patiently reassured her. I needed time to muster courage and forgive my adult self who “messed up” the various roles I was called to play and be ready to take charge of my life, own my wisdom, gifts and talents. I couldn’t lather glitter over it.

Each painting session allowed me time to connect to my heart center; my authentic self. The light emanating from the colors and materials invited a door to forgiveness, self-compassion and acceptance to crack open. This door is called “Maitri”, the Sanskrit word for unconditional love for oneself, enabling us to receive love and practice compassion.

As I knifed in modeling paste, the stylized image of two fully opened peonies and an unopened bud showed up. In Feng Shui practice, these gorgeous flowers are a metaphor for female beauty and the ability to bear offspring. Its delicious scent is a symbol for the sweetness of pure love, nobility, opulence and high value. When in full bloom, peonies symbolize peace and harmony. As I applied pink, purple and magenta acrylic to the hardened plaster-like surface, I practiced loving and accepting myself now.

On some days, I was only able to place a dab or two of color on the flowers….Not easy to say I love you to me. On the last day, I sat for nearly two hours in front of the canvas until tears began to flow and my heart expanded. The door now swung fully open to a rush of joyous enthusiasm and I surrounded the flowers with a soft yellow tint to help them glow while soft willowy ribbons, like those of a wedding bouquet appeared.

The flowing ribbons became a metaphor for releasing attachment to old and crippling thoughts, allowing love to blossom as fully and openly as peonies. Through creating Simply Love I healed the past and witnessed the loving, courageous and free ME bloom.

The completed painting is a banner for Valentine’s Day. It is also an excellent Feng Shui adjustment for the Relationship area, to boost peace and harmony within the family, enhance a relationship, or attract a new one, or to boost employee morale and interactions within a business.

The original has been purchased by a talented art lover and consistent supporter. But limited edition giclee reproductions are still available to assure the presence of Simply Love in your life, a pre-requisite to experience it in all its dimensions.

Ready for joy? Click on Simply Love

 

Planting a Garden of Love and Compassion


The Garden of Love and Compassion by Lidia Kenig Scher
The Garden of Love and Compassion by Lidia Kenig-Scher

One day, Aniruddha, a poor farmer working in the fields spotted a holy man whom he deemed very hungry and even poorer than he and offered his only bowl of rice. This meant that the farmer would have nothing to eat that day. Aniruddha went back to his labors and forgot all about having given his rice away. Suddenly a rabbit hopped alongside the farmer and jumped on his back. The surprised farmer tried to brush it off but the rabbit wouldn’t budge. He shook it off, tried to knock it down, but the rabbit would not detach.

Confused and annoyed the farmer ran home to his wife, crying, “Get this rabbit off my back!” The wife was even more confused, because by this time the rabbit had turned into solid gold! She flipped the rabbit into the air and it hit the floor with an enormous crackling sound.  One of its golden legs broke off but… another one magically grew in its place.

From that day on, whenever the farmer and his wife needed money, they would break off a piece of the golden rabbit and thereafter, Aniruddha was never poor. The Golden Rabbit was his reward for selflessly giving. 

Aniruddha and the Golden Rabbit is a Jataka Tale,  Collection of stories depicting the Buddha’s past lives showing behaviors leading to enlightenment. In these stories, the Buddha is often depicted as an animal)


The painting started with a coral colored ground and as I sat observing the luscious pigment, my chest swelled with joy. I felt a sense of optimism akin to seeing the sun rising over the horizon at the height of summer. Then, a blue second layer invited the fiery orange to dance. It was as if a vast and constantly moving sky was announcing the start of a magnificent day and inviting me and you to play. Lovely celestial music arose from the center of soft cottony pink rolls and bright yellow streamers heralded riots of laughter to the amusement of billowy lavender beings that seemed to grow out of the sea of fire.

I called the painting The Garden of Love and Compassion, as it reminded me of Aniruddha’s tale, and saw that our lives are like a garden. Whatever seeds we sow, with our thoughts, our beliefs and our actions will grow and blossom.

We can decide to grow seeds of compassion, embracing not only our foibles, but those of others whom we may perceive as hurting or bothering us, or we can pick to harvest the blossoms of fear, separateness and resentment.

We may choose to bring joy and understanding to whatever we are doing, or we can complain and blame others for our life situation.

We can decide to see through the eyes of love and kindness, or we can notice poverty and swiftly flee.

We may punish those who are less able by giving them even less, or we can share our wealth and like the farmer, shake the Golden Rabbit to keep sowing abundance at all levels and reap a deep sense of satisfaction.

We can see ourselves and others as Buddhas, or we can put on the goggles of enmity and embrace wars near and far.

Won’t you play with me in this beautiful garden and make your heart the fertile ground for more seeds of Love and Compassion? You can find the art by clicking on The Garden of Love and Compassion and harvest the blooms of Joy now and at any time of the year. Who knows, you may find a golden rabbit stuck on your back!

*Please note that this post has been edited and updated from the original one published in 2014. I felt compelled to re-read it first, then refresh it with new material and insights as an antidote to strong emotions I felt bubbling around me. May you enjoy the new version even more. Have a lovely week!

 

It is About Hearing the Heart’s Song


The Heart's Song by Lidia Kenig-Scher
The Heart’s Song by Lidia Kenig-Scher

Working on a technique I wanted to teach at one of my Full Day Painting Retreats, this brightly colored acrylic painting seemed to magically appear on the canvas. As it was intended for the morning exercise, I allotted 3 hours and when the bell rang, it was as if I awakened from a dream.

I felt grateful for giving myself the time and the place to create.

The technique involves selecting three colors plus white and a dark neutral hue, a wide brush, water, a palette knife and a wide straight edge, plus a sponge and three small water buckets.

Paint goes directly on the canvas and it is then moved about and manipulated by the other elements in an apparently random fashion. Actually, if you are able to connect with your heart and trust its voice what comes out is not random at all.

When we quiet the mind chatter and ground the root chakra as in meditation,  we feel the pull of the earth. This connection unleashes the full power of the second chakra, the creative energy, and through its effervescence we begin to align the will chakra with the will of the Universe.

The heart chakra now receives the necessary fuel to put forth unconditional love and clears the throat chakra. As our real voice begins to emerge we are able to unleash our intuitive powers and gain new information through an activated third eye.

As we move energy through the chakras, we allow divine love as light to overflow through the portal of the seventh chakra. And it is at this moment that the heart and second chakras energies merge and easily flow into our hands.

I call Painting from the Heart what we are able to create in this state of connection to all. It is the approach I use in my art classes where I encourage people to become child-like again and play with art materials as if they were in a sand-box.

The joy we feel and what we allow to come forth on the canvas is our authentic voice. What we create only we can create, and without it, this world and the rest of us will be impoverished.

Gratitude engenders love and begets joy. So this painting is called The Heart’s Song. It is about celebrating life, the coming of Spring, Valentine’s Day and an expression of exuberance and abundance at all levels.

HUM


HUM by Lidia Kenig
HUM by Lidia Kenig

A cold, wet and generally gloomy morning invited me to linger on the meditation cushion, embracing the doubts and confusion mirrored on the raindrops creating puddles in the street.

Still not liking myself too much, I began chanting OM AH HUM and as I visualized the radiant syllables of this powerful purification mantra, I felt the urge to move into the studio to paint my meditation.

At first I glanced at my last week’s painting, OM hanging nearby, and contemplated it thoughtfully. Then I reached out for the Naphtol Red acrylic to paint the AH syllable on the surface, but I soon surrendered to the alluring depth of an Anthraquinone Blue.

The wide brush glided easily on the canvas, aided by just the right amount of medium while inviting random sprays of teal paint to softly stain parts of the magnificent blueness.

I smiled as I heard myself silently chant the HUM syllable and physically felt my heart expanding.

In the cool and calm blues, I recognized the immense wisdom of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas purifying my heart-mind and dissolving narrow thinking patterns and the obsessive stories playing in my ego-mind.

A simple blue wash was pierced by alcohol sprays to uncover the light behind the clouds and brighten the landscape, while playful white shapes appeared clustered in the center.  The white shapes represent the radiant light of OM coming down to release body tensions and dissolve attachments to the old mind constructs that created the gloominess.

The bright red of AH, punctuated by metal flecks, shines it radiance on our patterns of speech, purifying it and allowing it come forth and nestle amidst OM’s white luminosity. It reflects upwards and sideways dispelling incorrect perceptions and conceptions within our physical being. The blue syllable HUM, written in Tibetan script, cleanses the heart-mind and supports and seals the balancing system with clarity and strength.

As I beheld the images and colors in the art, I experienced pure blissfulness; my body was at peace, my heart was full and my mind was joyful.

Reflecting on the intense experience of transformation I was able to paint, I am grateful for the keen awareness generated, which culminated in feeling awash in the great loving-kindness I was later able to share through my interactions with friends and family.

What I find is that painting helps me to control my mind and it makes it easier to corral the unfocused and random thoughts that create the gloominess that at times rains within.

It also opens the way for the natural wisdom to arise.

When I paint, I experience an intense awareness of my consciousness because I am undistracted and deeply connected to the medium, the paint and the tools. Moreover, the sheer pleasure inherent in the act of creating, plants seeds of loving kindness that are nourished by the potent fertilizer of self-compassion. I am patient, I am present and don’t future walk nor past trip.

The practice easily spills into the rest of my life

The entire process of creating is deeply etched on the canvas, causing it to vibrate with the same energy it was conceived and birthed. It is a way of paying it forward; I create in bliss and wherever the art hangs, it henceforth offers constant bliss to those who behold it.

All of my collectors have reported experiencing a particularly beneficial feeling in the art that they own.

May you also experience the blissfulness, heart-opening and purifying energy embedded in this art, by purchasing the original or well-priced prints. Bring HUM into your life and use it as a tool of spiritual healing and growth, or simply take advantage of its radiant aesthetic beauty, silently and assuredly casting purification and blissfulness where it is installed.

Follow the HUM!

Ever Glowing Witness


Ever Glowing Witness by Lidia Kenig
Ever Glowing Witness by Lidia Kenig

It is rather easy to derive insight into what shows up in our lives, when the thick veil of unconsciousness has been replaced with the flowing ribbons of awareness.

You know it because the fear is gone and the ever chatty ego knows that it can only keep up the banter until it reaches the shining inner core.

Still some days though, the billowy foreground offers us an out in case we choose not to look.

Such was the case when, still contemplating burdens I wished to release, a nagging and anger-bearing thought made its appearance. Swatting it as if it were a fly, I soon came to realize that its persistence could not be ignored.

As I dipped a wide brush into shimmery gold acrylic paint and applied it on to the pristine canvas, I began chanting OM SHANTI OM, loosely translated as “I radiate peace”. I then looked anger in the eye and decided to put the fire out with sparkling sprays of teal paint and alcohol, allowing the mixture to drip and fracture the color.

Likewise, my heart opened wide to embrace the hot emotions, aware that they were caused by random thoughts attached to the past. I watched interesting Alizarin Crimson hued clusters appear and become imprinted on the gleaming background. Some moved by stiffly and tightly, like the obsessive thoughts we entertain at times, while others began to separate and rhythmically float out of the picture.

White swirls of pure light were created causing the sticky thoughts to disintegrate and make space for new and bright ones to appear.

The positive thoughts are represented by red dots with tails that breezily move about as sperm in the womb, engendering new life into the ecosystem of my being.

All the elements move about in front of the solid gold background representing my shining inner core. This glowing inner witness always silent, aware and unchanged is the authentic self; it is the consciousness that I AM.

I find that experiencing self-awareness at the physical level can be mind-altering. I painted awareness as bright green ribbons in the foreground, not only as a reminder of what I know, but to also use them as a shield on those days when I forget that I am a spiritual being in human form.

This 30” x 30” x .75” wrapped canvas ready to hang mixed media artwork will become an ever-glowing witness that will enhance any space it is installed. Ever-Glowing Witness is ready to help you as well, to become aware of your quiet constant center now.