Visit with the Angels

Kathy Crabbe, She who dwells, 2012, acrylic, charcoal and pastel on canvas, 48 x 48. This morning I requested one last vision in honour of the Scorpio Super Moon and the Angels showed up (Glory Be!) They took me all over the planet and I saw and learned and absorbed and asked many questions until finally I'd earned my wings. What did it? Well, when I gave it all up - surrendered - stopped trying. And then all that was left was a voice and a vision. I could see beauty everywhere and in everything and I know my responsibility is to share this. I'm not giving up!

What I saw: Cages and boxes and prisons of criticism and guilt and pain and commerce that we've built with our thoughts, minds and hearts.

Why I'm not giving up ~ Bragsheet

  • LOVE (first and foremost)
  • Been a full time professional artist since 2000
  • Been onstage in Hollywood with Michelle Shocked and one of my 'Lefty' characters called "Ginny" enlarged to life size as part of her International Women's Day Show
  • Founded a very popular writing group, "The Writer's Cafe" and an artist's critique group
  • Exhibited my art for 7 years at Laguna Beach's renowned Sawdust Art Festival
  • Created and taught the most popular Divine Feminine eClass of the year at the Wise Woman University
  • As a Creative Soul Guide I have given 100's of clairvoyant and mediumship readings including written and illustrated transcripts
  • Demonstrated silk painting on HGTV
  • Written, illustrated and published many chapbooks and ebooks including The Goddess Astrology Playbook
  • Created 4 decks of oracle cards including The Creative Soul Cards
  • Participated in 20 plus annual art fairs over the past 20 years (which means at least 400 and counting)
  • Participated in many gallery & museum shows with work in permanent collections of museums and libraries
  • This year (as of June 2012) have participated in 10 art exhibits, including 3 library exhibits in May alone
  • I am the messenger ~ are you ready?

The creative brain: where does inspiration come from?

Once artists are free to admit that they are crazily passionate about some thing outside of art, that still nourishes their art, you'd be surprised what you hear. I've learned that one artist gets most of her ideas not in the studio but in her garden, another was replenished with ideas by taking the same walk through town every day, another responds to stoop sales and street finds, another was into obscure horror movies, another horse-racing, another visited candy stores and bakeries, and so on. Also, while normal people may have to travel the world to get inspired, it doesn't take a lot to get a creative brain going. This passionate thing, therefore, is usually quite specific, controlled by a careful protocol, often quite secret, hidden, in the manner of Kepler's statement, "I live in a secret frenzy" - possibly the best two-word description ever of the creative brain at work (J.W. Connor, Kepler's Witch, 2004, p. 329), under the surface of an otherwise nondescript life.

This thing, in my view, is a reflection in conscious life and in art of the jumble of images in Andreasen's associative cortex that precedes a eureka moment: it sets the stage, creates a predisposition, for the eureka moment.

Essay by Robert Mahoney, "Eureka: The Creative Brain" from Accelerating on the Curves The Artist's Roadmap to Success by Katharine T. Carter & Associates.

For me, the thing that set off and inspired my Journey into Intimacy series was my desire to find a container, a tabula rasa, a safe place to let out my emotions. It was emotional pain that drove me insistently and unrepentantly to start this series. I literally RAN to find all my painting and drawing materials so that I could start creating BIG. This new series had a lot of emotion to express and capture and it felt BIG. So I grabbed a bolt of silk, attached it to the wall, set out all my acrylics, brushes, pastels and charcoal and began. That was in October of 2009 and I haven't stopped since.

Kathy Crabbe, Beginning to see the light, 2012, acrylic on canvas, 48 x 48”.

Although the pain that initiated this series has gone away I find myself questioning what thing apart from my art itself, deeply and unconsciously informs my current paintings (still from the Journey into Intimacy series) now painted on canvas since 2012.

The first painting I'd like to explore is "Beginning to see the light" (see above). My emotions around this painting were intense. My best friend, a revolutionary, writer and fighter for the under-dog was visiting me at the time and she was working non-stop, hell-bent on saving the world and especially the United States. I was reading a book she loaned me by Chris Hedges called "Death of the Liberal Class", we visited Mexico (Tijuana), took walks in nature around my property and visited the vineyards nearby where my friend was appalled by the fakery and plastic-ness of the women she encountered. All the tensions and oppositions between the natural beauty of inland Southern California and the horrific damage wrought upon the women here who are madly creating a plastic persona to 'keep up with the Joneses' exploded into this, my first painting on a black gessoed background and before I knew it I'd painted my vision of this horrible beauty; a vision both intoxicating-ly magical and horrifying-ly frightening. The painting felt channeled; it appeared so suddenly and so brilliantly, capturing a split second fluttering in time where amidst the ruin of a culture I felt...something good. So that's why I paint and continue to paint and draw every day.

The God of Poets Has Two Hands

Beginning to see the light. Acrylic on canvas, 48 x 48 inches. © 2012 by Kathy CrabbeMy mom calls this one sinister, my best friend, Jen calls it 'almost holy' but whatever happened during the process of creation, I can't really say, it felt channeled and it felt like having my good friend, Tangerine of Revolution Truth visit while I painted helped make it what it is. Astrologically, both my progressed moon and sun are in Scorpio; it's time to cut the bullshit, no? Sinister or holy, what do you think? The Poet Has Come Back (by Margaret Atwood)

The poet has come back to being a poet after decades of being virtuous instead.

Can’t you be both? No. Not in public.

You could, once, back when God was still thundering vengeance

and liked the scent of blood, and hadn’t got around to slippery forgiveness.

Then you could scatter incense and praise, and wear your snake necklace,

and hymn the crushed skulls of your enemies to a pious chorus.

No deferential smiling, no baking of cookies, no I’m a nice person really.

Welcome back, my dear. Time to resume our vigil,

time to unlock the cellar door, time to remind ourselves

that the god of poets has two hands: the dexterous, the sinister.