Photos my Bonnie Currie of Arcane Memory Designs Copyright 2015
Today I watched a very interesting BBC documentary on a painting that has always fascinated me. It is beautiful and eerie, yet there is something peaceful and hopeful about it. A kind of acceptance of the dance of life in humans and nature. It pleases me to see human beings living so closely with the creatures of nature since it is the habit of the modern world to put them in such great opposition. I understand it is so close it could make someone uncomfortable to even look at it. It seems unorderly and uncivilized. I see there is something of the sensual pushed to its extreme in this painting, a kind of decadence run wild, while there is a kind of child-like innocence to it all. All of the people in it are adults, there are no children yet all these adults seem so child-like to me. It may have an element of something creepy in the garden but the creepiness is defused by the playfulness of it. What a happy thought, adults finding themselves in touch with nature and their child-like playfulness is this garden of delights. There is a balance to the middle painting despite its chaotic nature. I would even venture to say it is a chaos filled with intelligent design. The people in the middle all seem to be throbbing together in a dance of celebration, of life…a desire for excess perhaps, a desire to party and be party animals…so much so that it is hard to tell who is the animal and who is the human but all the same their desire for this joy, this bliss, this ecstasy is a renewal of their child-like sensual power…it is a desire for something to free itself. A desire for all they have been told is ugly and wrong about them to feel calm and at ease. When I look at the middle scene of this painting there is something cathartic and healing about it. In some way the painting seems to give one permission to live…to know their desire for that renewal is innocent but to also realize you are no longer a child playing, you are an adult so when you set your shadow free again it may be a little creepy, it may be a bit unacceptable, it may even have a little element of something sinister but the intention is innocent, the desire for sensual freedom at heart is innocent. These are my thoughts for the moment on the Garden of Earthly Delights. Though I know it is a painting I could look at time and time again and see so much more in what it is telling us. If you would like to hear more amazing thoughts on this painting check out the video I am posting from the BBC, it is very insightful! Then feel free to share your own thoughts about it. Like the scholar on the video tells us we really know so little about what Bosch himself was thinking while he painted it so in that lack of knowing there is a freedom for our imaginations, feelings and reason to play with the images. I would love to know where it takes you.
Today, I was looking up poetry by the late Arthur Rimbaud, an incredible romantic poet. I had to share this one because of my love for romantic poetry with a mythological theme. This is a truly beautiful piece of work! I understand his desire for the arcane world and find this to be a amazing expression of the senses. Enjoy! If you would like to hear it read I have posted a reading of it at the top of the page.
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life,
Pours burning love on the delighted earth,
And when you lie down in the valley, you can smell
How the earth is nubile and very full-blooded;
How its huge breast, heaved up by a soul,
Is, like God, made of love, and, like woman, of flesh,
And that it contains, big with sap and with sunlight,
The vast population of all embryos!
And everything grows, and everything rises!
– O Venus, O Goddess!
I long for the days of antique youth,
Of lascivious satyrs, and animal fauns,
Gods who bit, mad with love, the bark of the boughs,
And among water-lilies kissed the Nymph with fair hair!
I long for the time when the sap of the world,
River water, the rose-coloured blood of green trees
Put into the veins of Pan a whole universe!
When the earth trembled, green,beneath his goat-feet;
When, softly kissing the fair Syrinx, his lips formed
Under heaven the great hymn of love;
When, standing on the plain, he heard round about him
Living Nature answer his call;
When the silent trees cradling the singing bird,
Earth cradling mankind, and the whole blue Ocean,
And all living creatures loved, loved in God!
I long for the time of great Cybele,
Who was said to travel, gigantically lovely,
In a great bronze chariot, through splendid cities;
Her twin breasts poured, through the vast deeps,
The pure streams of infinite life.
Mankind sucked joyfully at her blessed nipple,
Like a small child playing on her knees.
– Because he was strong, Man was gentle and chaste.
Misfortune! Now he says: I understand things,
And goes about with eyes shut and ears closed.
– And again, no more gods! no more gods! Man is King,
Man is God! But the great faith is Love!
Oh! if only man still drew sustenance from your nipple,
Great mother of gods and of men, Cybele;
If only he had not forsaken immortal Astarte
Who long ago, rising in the tremendous brightness
Of blue waters, flower-flesh perfumed by the wave,
Showed her rosy navel, towards which the foam came snowing
And , being a goddess with the great conquering black eyes,
Made the nightingale sing in the woods and love in men’s hearts!
I believe! I believe in you! divine mother,
Sea-born Aphrodite! – Oh! the path is bitter
Since the other God harnessed us to his cross;
Flesh, Marble, Flower, Venus, in you I believe!
– yes, Man is sad and ugly, sad under the vast sky.
He possesses clothes, because he is no longer chaste,
Because he has defiled his proud, godlike head
And because he has bent, like an idol in the furnace,
His Olympian form towards base slaveries!
Yes, even after death, in the form of pale skeletons
He wishes to live and insult the original beauty!
– And the Idol in whom you placed such maidenhood,
Woman, in whom you rendered our clay divine,
So that Man might bring light into his poor soul
And slowly ascend, in unbounded love,
From the earthly prison to the beauty of day,
Woman no longer knows even how to be a Courtesan!
– It’s a fine farce! and the world snickers
At the sweet and sacred name of great Venus!
If only the times which have come and gone might come again!
– For Man is finished! Man has played all the parts!
In the broad daylight, wearied with breaking idols
He will revive, free of all his gods,
And, since he is of heaven, he will scan the heavens!
The Ideal, that eternal, invincible thought, which is
All; The living god within his fleshly clay,
Will rise, mount, burn beneath his brow!
An when you see him plumbing the whole horizon,
Despising old yokes, and free from all fear,
You will come and give him holy Redemption!
– Resplendent, radiant, from the bosom of the huge seas
You will rise up and give to the vast Universe
Infinite Love with its eternal smile!
The World will vibrate like an immense lyre
In the trembling of an infinite kiss!
– The World thirsts for love: you will come and slake its thirst.
O! Man has raised his free, proud head!
And the sudden blaze of primordial beauty
Makes the god quiver in the altar of the flesh!
Happy in the present good, pale from the ill suffered,
Man wishes to plumb all depths, – and know all things! Thought,
So long a jade, and for so long oppressed,
Springs from his forehead! She will know Why!…
Let her but gallop free, and Man will find Faith!
– Why the blue silence, unfathomable space?
Why the golden stars, teeming like sands?
If one ascended forever, what would one see up there?
Does a shepherd drive this enormous flock
Of worlds on a journey through this horror of space?
And do all these worlds contained in the vast ether,
tremble at the tones of an eternal voice?
– And Man, can he see? can he say: I believe?
Is the langage of thought anymore than a dream?
If man is born so quickly, if life is so short
Whence does he come? Does he sink into the deep Ocean
Of Germs, of Foetuses, of Embryos, to the bottom
of the huge Crucible where Nature the Mother
Will resuscitate him, a living creature,
To love in the rose and to grow in the corn?…
We cannot know! – We are weighed down
With a cloak of ignorance, hemmed in by chimaeras!
Men like apes, dropped from our mothers’ wombs,
Our feeble reason hides the infinite from us!
We wish to perceive: – and Doubt punishes us!
Doubt, dismal bird, beat us down with its wing…
– And the horizon rushes away in endless flight!…
The vast heaven is open! the mysteries lie dead
Before erect Man, who folds his strong arms
Among the vast splendour of abundant Nature!
He sings… and the woods sing, the river murmurs
A song full of happiness which rises towards the light!…
– it is Redemption! it is love! it is love!…
O splendour of flesh! O ideal splendour!
O renewal of love, triumphal dawn
When, prostrating the Gods and the Heroes,
White Callipyge and little Eros
Covered with the snow of rose petals, will caress
Women and flowers beneath their lovely outstretched feet!
– O great Ariadne who pour out your tears
On the shore, as you see, out there on the waves,
The sail of Theseus flying white under the sun,
O sweet virgin child whom a night has broken,
Be silent! On his golden chariot studded with black grapes,
Lysios, who has been drawn through Phrygian fields
By lascivious tigers and russet panthers,
Reddens the dark mosses along the blue rivers.
– Zeus, the Bull, cradles on his neck like a child
The nude body of Europa who throws her white arm
Round the God’s muscular neck which shivers in the wave.
Slowly he turns his dreamy eye towards her;
She, droops her pale flowerlike cheek
On the brow of Zeus; her eyes are closed; she is dying
In a divine kiss, and the murmuring waters
Strew the flowers of their golden foam on her hair.
– Between the oleander and the gaudy lotus tree
Slips amorously the great dreaming Swan
Enfloding Leda in the whiteness of his wing;
– And while Cypris goes by, strangely beautiful,
And, arching the marvellous curves of her back,
Proudly displays the golden vision of her big breasts
And snowy belly embroidered with black moss,
– Hercules, Tamer of beasts, in his Strength,
Robes his huge body with the lion’s skin as with glory
And faces the horizons, his brow terrible and sweet!
Vaguely lit by the summer moon,
Erect, naked, dreaming in her pallor of gold
Streaked by the heavy wave of her long blue hair,
In the shadowy glade whenre stars spring in the moss,
The Dryade gazes up at the silent sky…
– White Selene, timidly, lets her veil float,
Over the feet of beautiful Endymion,
And throws him a kiss in a pale beam…
– The Spring sobs far off in a long ectasy…
Ii is the nymph who dreams with one elbow on her urn,
Of the handsome white stripling her wave has pressed against.
– A soft wind of love has passed in the night,
And in the sacred woods, amid the standing hair of the great trees,
Erect in majesty, the shadowly Marbles,
The Gods, on whose brows the Bullfinch has his nest,
– the Gods listen to Men, and to the infinite World!
Arthur Rimbaud, a French poet, was born October 1854 and died 10 November 1891. As part of the decadent movement , Rimbaud influenced modern literature, music, and arts, and prefigured surrealism. He as known as one of the most influential poets of the late Jim Morrison. Some quotes about his life as poet:
“I’m now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I’m working at turning myself into a seer. You won’t understand any of this, and I’m almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering, but one must be strong and be a born poet. It’s really not my fault.”
“I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him, and keeps only their quintessences. This is an unspeakable torture during which he needs all his faith and superhuman strength, and during which he becomes the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed – and the great learned one! – among men. – For he arrives at the unknown! Because he has cultivated his own soul – which was rich to begin with – more than any other man! He reaches the unknown; and even if, crazed, he ends up by losing the understanding of his visions, at least he has seen them! Let him die charging through those unutterable, unnameable things: other horrible workers will come; they will begin from the horizons where he has succumbed!”
I have been hard at work creating a new line of jewelry. Today I will share one of my new pieces with you. I especially love this necklace! It was inspired by the late Marylin Monroe and the goddess archetype of love. The name of the piece is “Milk and Honey”. All of the necklaces in this line come with their own stores and symbolism. I hand cut all of the images used in the pendant and seal everything with an environmentally safe resin. This pieces is truly stunning and has a beautiful story to go along with it.
“She was the light, and the goddess, and the moon. The space and the dream, the mystery and the danger. But everything else all together too, including Hollywood, and the girl next door that every guy wants to marry.” –photographer Bert Stern
“Why must I always be the aggressor with the men I want? Then as soon as I get them, nothing ever works out. Is this the cross I must bear for fame? To be a love symbol, and not be loved?” –Marilyn Monroe
“She looked like, if you bit her, milk and honey would flow from her.”
Symbolic Meanings of Necklace:
-Red Roses: The Lover, Romance and Enduring Passion, respect towards the creative spirit of love. In Greek myth, it is associated with Aphrodite, goddess of love, often depicted adorned with roses around her head, feet and or neck.
-Hearts: Love, Charity, Joy and Compassion. The heart symbol evolved from the inverted triangle, symbolic of feminine power. The inverted triangle is a focal point in the center of the root chakra. The root chakra signifies the taproot of primal power, sexual power. This point ignites the spark that surges heat up the rest of the chakra spine.
Gold: symbolic of the transmutation of the soul.
Marilyn Monroe, the myth, is a shinning personification of the love goddess; sensual, natural, lovely, beautiful, passionate and willing to bear the cross of iconic fame despite the lack of sacred feeling projected towards the archetype she embodied. She inspired many and catalyzed a lot of passion as well as perverse feelings in those around her. She serves as reminder of the great need we have for such an image in our lives, as well as our inability to truly show her the love she deserves.
Norma Jean, the woman, was unique, creative, and spilling over with feminine power. Despite her difficult childhood she had a wonderful sense of humor and an incredible passion for life. She accepted her role as an icon, and in turn the fantasy it created for some, while wishing in her heart people would see more than the myth. She gave us the goddess we longed for, yet the crowd was not ready to treat her with sacred care. In turn, the woman behind the veil may never have received the respect she deserved. This piece is a dedication to the goddess of love and beauty, to romance, to passion, to the woman behind the veil. Hopefully, one day our hearts will be ready for her again.
This pendant will serve as reminder to treasure the goddess of love in our self and others.
How do I put into words what you mean to me?
How does one tell of emotions better understood
Through the caress of bodies in motion
Passion fired by mutual desire
Passion unbounded, with the ability to fly high or dig deep
Yet I will attempt to share these romantic sentiments
To do justice to our love and feed you every compliment
You my dear so richly deserve
You, my love, connect to the depths of my soul
Reaching in you come to know
Blues baby your voice unhinges the logic of my mind
It has the power to free this heart of mine
You challenge while empowering me
Take me down, take me underground
Then lift me to the heights of beauty unparalleled
Show me all the light of your expanding, wondering soul
The darkness of your uninhibited desire
I want it lover, I need you to help me discover
The sensuality that lies beneath these veils and masks
Adventuring within forbidden territories banded by parental authorities
Walk the edge of the present moment with me
Your perception becoming fully aware you will perceive its arrival
Thriving on what is to be and bending it slightly to fit your fancy
Yet this slight of hand is not a scheme
Only a magical manipulation to give form to your dreams
The waters of our birth go deep
Giving the appearance of unfathomable darkness
Similar to the deeper regions of the ocean
One may find elements that glitter and alight to the point of luminescence
The rhythm of your soul informs one of regions unknown
Rhythms expressed through captivating movements
That entice the heart and tempt the mind
The alchemy you create is a wonder
It spells danger to the uncourageous and weak
Those who have lost their love and lust for life
To those who truly live it is a blessing to be enchanted by you
In every moment you spin
To be caught in the delicate, yet strong web you weave is a journey of bliss and ecstasy
This web of abandonment where one may be whisked away to a land of timeless existence
Oh my love, may I gaze upon your beauty divine
Absorbing the very essence of it
Lingering on each delicate curve
Allowing myself to become vulnerable to the seduction your form signals
Falling prey to your whim
Sacred beauty there is a danger in this allowance because it defies all logic and signals death
Yet it infuses life with such rich meaning I find myself throwing caution to the wind
Weave me into your web, practice your magic and heal this wounded healer
I will gladly climb your ladder to fire
Seeking to know all that is within you and all that is about you
Turn your cheek to me, unveiling the truth held within the depths of your soul
Arouse me with your brilliance and together, in this moment of transformation
We shall reclaim the glory of love and passion
Let this moment be witnessed in all its resplendence
Enlightening all who see, thus engaging every human faculty
To know…unlocking the gates to all shades of sensation
In the presence of this mysterious love there is an unshackling of chains
The walls of indoctrination fall and reason dies
In this moment the established order is reversed
And even though your eyes are telling of such disorder
They also express promise of a loyal and trustworthy source
Between us there is not only an exploration of body and soul
There is a passionate union of intellectual intercourse
Even in disagreement our minds become illuminated
The crystal becomes clearer and the edges of each crack sharper
Between accord and discord we dance, creating sparks and resonances
Supporting the process of our transformation
It is a world electrified by lumonisty
There is a blending of the sacred and profane
A harmony is struck between the seams
Though the landscape of this love is inward, the visceral reality is never diminished
Carefully attending the finest points of carnality, the sensitivity of emotional life
You convey an intelligent understanding of the inner depths of mystical experience
You are clever, like a fox
Yet in the same moment able to express a youthful innocence
Startling to all struck by its rapture
Your touch is electric, within each fingertip is enough power to melt the most rock solid body
And though this gives one the feeling of floating, it also has an undeniable earthiness
Charmed and happily so to be loosened by your power
Undressed as both object and subject you know my nudity and gaze upon it
Surrendering to your gaze, as you have to mine
Your knowledge is evident, while still conveying a certain purity
Sing your siren call of transformation, all will listen and be captured
Drunk they will swim with joy in your haunting melodies
We will feed them on the sweetness of blue flowers
Leaving the impression of something delicious and supple
While receiving all we have envisioned in dreams
Do not lose sight, even in your suffering
For these experiences will only augment the duende of your song
You will rise up singing and spread your wings
More beautiful and powerful than before
Those who have faltered will repent
Those who have always respected will be captivated with awe
Holy, sacred beauty you will invite all to dance and sing
Beyond imagined boundaries once considered reality.
By: Bonnie Currie
Laying in Love’s sweet embrace
I become transformed, at once
The vessel and blade of Desire
You shift and turn, Reason let’s go, Desire takes hold
In this moment I and You become We
Our solitude and longing drift on the
Lacy winds of Grace.
We swirl in the depths of Love
With humble hearts we exclaim great thanks
Through parting lips we praise our God Chaos
For giving birth to Eros
We pray in this moment, Cosmos be our guide
As we journey and share dreams, we sing
We take these threads and sew these seams
With great hope they may become reality
We smell each other’s sweet perfume
Our expansive aromas blend
As we twist and turn
As we sweat and burn
Caressing and addressing our kind companion…
We sip, tasting the full body flavors of one another’s cup
Overflowing with ripe juices we kiss
We are unable to hold back our smile as we slip into bliss
Becoming drunk in the frenzy
Dancing in this Dionysian ecstasy
We savor the flavor of this delicious liquor
Spilling and pouring forth
Our tongues mingle and tingle
Wetting our lips
Delighting fully each sense
This is truly the food of the gods
When Chaos is joined in the void of primordial existence
Chaos becomes…Chaos becomes
Chaos is pollinated, giving birth to Love
There is no sweeter drink
No more bitter flavor
Let us dance and sing
Let us celebrate the union of Eros and Psyche
Eros is born of Chaos
Psyche journeys to meet her mate
Eros born of black goo
Psyche travels through dark gates
They meet, they know
They see what will grow
This union is destiny
They surrender to the sweet alchemy
It must come to be uniquely in You and Me
So it may exist as “We”.
Dedicated to: Divinity and my love Byron
By: Bonnie Currie