The Biosphere Foundation and the ship MIR. 2015-2016
I travel through the night and arrive in Singapore whilst its still dark. Gaie awaits my arrival at the lobby, and greets me as a sister would. I feel like we already know each other even though we just met. We are buggy carted to The Mir, the 105 year old ship that is to be my home for the next 5 weeks. Captain Laser welcomes me aboard as my heavy overpacked suitcase is lugged on deck. I am tired but excited. Six months ago, I was invited to join The Biosphere crew to honour their work in the world and celebrate our connection to our planet by painting them into their world. My arrival felt like a dream become ‘reality’, and as I crawled into my bunk for my first nights sleep, I disappeared into the mystery of wild sailing adventures ahead, grateful and satisfied.
I awoke on Christmas day - the sails still needed to go up so we decide to delay our exit from Singapore. That night, family members of the Singaporean shipmates joined our christmas dinner. Sitting on pillows on deck, our faces glowed under the full moonlight. We feasted on turkey with cranberry sauce, potatoes and broccoli and the vibe was of family, love and humble beginnings.
Sailing Singapore to Bali - 10 days at sea
As we pushed off into the sea, my moon cycled into flow. Impeccable timing a.k.a. a fucking disaster. Pain permeated my whole body as the ship began it’s rock and roll… A day passed and we arrived at immigration in Indonesia. Thick black smoke bellowed from the immigration boat whilst papers were passed over sea via fishing nets. Permissions were granted. Our crew filmed the black layer of oil on the surface of the water as we sailed away. Meanwhile, a headache started to pound to the beat of my creeping nausea. A squall set in and the rain washed us into submission, the team came to life with exuberance as Laser thundered his orders upon us as only a Captain on a ship knows how.. By the end of the next day, my headache had washed away. Gaie and Laser began to share their story with me, 30 years working in the realms of conservation, education and environmental connection, and the original ‘Biospherians’ from Biosphere Two. Biosphere Two was the world’s largest scientific enclosure, a $200 million dollar experiment funded by Ed Bass, a white sheep philanthropist from a family with an accumulated oil fortune. The multi million dollar initiative was born to mimic the earth itself as a research institute, set in the desert of Oracle, Arizona. Gaie and Laser lived inside for two years, breathing air only from within and eating food only from what was grown. The experience that ended in a savage armed seize for reasons mysteriously unanswered, set the foundation and life’s purpose for Abigail Alling (Gaei) and Mark van Thillo’s (Laser). As I listened to them share their story with me, I began to awaken more and more to the gravity of my presence their on The Mir, that through painting them into the biosphere itself, we would be expressing their message in the most direct visual way, honour their story through my paintbrush.
As the days went on, planning ensued, and meetings were had. Each person within our 10 piece ship ensemble was assigned a vital and significant role in the execution of our upcoming unprecedented production. It was finally decided that Gaie and Laser were to be painted naked into the sea and the ship whilst sailing through Indonesian waters. As usual, I agreed to the plan without knowing how I would be able to do it and prayed to Spirit to support me in seeing it through! In the meantime, life on the ship continued with our voyage to Bali only halfway there, 4 hours shifts cycled between the crew for helming, deck checks, and meal preparations, and the starlit sky guided our way, through the deep sway of the nights. The weather rumbled with anticipation for a choice had to be made on which day we would create. A gamble, in pure faith - we chose. We prayed to the mother for stillness on the chosen day so we could express our love for her and then we surrendered in trust and respect; I asked them to trust me, trust her, and they did.
The day arrived, I awoke at 4:44am to meditate and pray before the Merge. The sky was dark excepts for a trifecta of light. Mars, Venus and the moon gathered in a perfect isosceles triangle, symbolic of the unification we were about to honour between the people, the messenger and the almighty. I breathed it in and sat in stillness, inhaling trust and exhaling prayers of gratitude. Eventually i made my way to front deck to meet the crew. Gaie and Laser were ready and prepped in their sarongs, and Qi, our camera man was waiting to be hoisted up the mast to install the go pro for the time-lapse footage. As they leveraged him up, Gaie and Laser and I huddled together, arms around each other, to give thanks, honouring the essence of the creation and joining our intentions for the healing of the planet and humanity. The world became lighter with the dawn approaching and time beckoned us to begin. Hair was woven into plaits, gelled back, sprayed white and left to dry, positions were taken, marked out and secured - heads faced the same direction and hands held one another at the meeting point of the flag pole whilst feet sunk into the deck. A path of sea stretched out before us, and the stillness of the water affirmed the perfection of the moment. The Merge had begun.
The next four hours that ensued were holy. Our synchronised purpose revealed the magic of teamwork and Spirit kept the world still and peaceful whilst we worked. Our shared message was reborn through our hands, our hearts and our Art, to be told forever through the works created. As the heat beat down, the speed at which I needed to paint began to take its toll.. after about 3 hours my head was spinning and I needed to keep myself from blacking out. Breathing consciously until the dizziness past again and again. Meanwhile, Gaie and Laser seemed to be blissed out on the sparkles of the sea, with barely a quiver and certainly no complaints. Strong as the 105 year old ship we sailed upon, their legs solid, connected and merged held them in place as I painted straight lines of the decking on the curves of their steady ankles.
And then, without warning, we were done. Photos were painstakingly taken whilst the sun glared against my camera screen, and I squinted and struggled to see whether I had got the shot..! Within seconds of me declaring the word 'OK', the Biospherians had jumped off the edge of the boat with no second chances offered; paint was released from its body-bound form whilst the blessed two baptised in the cool baths of the gods.
My job was done.
Ever grateful for the unique experience with the Biosphere Foundation, for witnessing the difference that a small group of people can make in the world when they follow their heart, take risks in life and live integrally with purpose to the calling.
Life is full - creation, erosion, rebirth exudes my every movement...
Having been back in Australia for less than four months, I am blown away by the enormity of everything that has happened. Learning how to stay balanced within myself as I fly from the highs to the lows, savouring everything in between for the lessons both obvious and unseen.
- At times, not much else to do but give thanks to spirit (spirit: the molecular level of energy [i.e.everything] that connects ALL things; thoughts; ebbs and flows and ripples), for all the guidance and support that I receive - unbounded, unconditional extremes of relating that continually teaching me how to delve deeper into love and acceptance. And so life is a showering of reciprocal blessings… whether circumstance seems ‘good’ or ‘bad’. There is a continuum of experience and for sure, things are never what they seem.
Collaborations Festival: Big Thank You to Arlene, Ned and little Kashali for inviting me to paint in the 4th year of their amazing magical festival. It was undoubtedly one of the most grounded and open hearted festivals I have been lucky enough to be a part of. Spirit had it from the start. Minutes after confirmation came through, I ran into Adam and Mellow, a beautiful couple that I met and played with at Bush week… Standing in lifeline, chatting about the outcomes of life’s mysterious unravellings, Mellow told me that she had just received a cancellation in Bali and was now coming to Collaborations without a plan. Adam being super magical with a camera made us a complete team and spirit birthed the eventuation of the avatar vision for Collaboration Festival. What happened in Collaborations was beyond our wildest dreams, with Mellow becoming more and more spectacular as I layered her with new skin… Live Body Painting of Sacred geometry had a deep impact upon us and those who watched us. It brought to life the sense of us all being on a spiritual journey - out and about to discover our own inner magical creature and mathematical perfection of our soul… Yes indeed this was a perfect piece :) Crowned with Mellow’s own exquisite headpiece creation, skulls and feathers alluding to our insides and outsides whilst the blue sky body of the avatar, and the overlaying threads of sacred geometric lines spoke of the space in between the physical and non-physical worlds. Collaborative practice cannot be undermined. Working together is the recipe for alchemic transformation of ourselves; and humanity at large.
As with all faery tales, the joy of success is not the whole picture, and it seems that we must wade through life’s breakdowns in order for lessons to be revealed. Without wanting to fail twice, I am cautious about how to tell this story, a story about one woman feeling exposed and exploited through my work - an extremely painful outcome that stretches far from my intentions - and yet points to a discrepancy in this process worth examining. Whilst I do not want to add to the feelings of exploitation by sharing this story from my perspective it feels important to share what I have learnt:
A few weeks ago, I met this beautiful woman. She has autochthonous (better word for indigenous) lineage and I felt connected to her from the moment I saw her. I was both excited and tentative to tell her about my project here in Australia because of the intimacy of it, the honesty and trust required for it to come about authentically, and the sensitivity of the issues between original and introduced Australians.
Despite feeling confident of my intentions, my anthropological background gave me perspective into the sensitivity of this work against the backdrop of Australia’s bloody history. I felt sick to the stomach at the thought that I could and most probably would be grouped into “white Australia”. I do not relate to the culture of anglo mentality; I have eastern european/israeli jewish background. I have barely lived in Australia throughout my adult life and for as long as I have known the dirty details of Australia’s history (conquer, kill, attempt genocide, effectively give up/fail, give money to make everything better, and largely sweep the situation under the carpet), I have only felt less and less a part of this story. It is not uncommon for me to feel like stranger here in Australia, amongst Christmas carols and “Australia Day” bbq’s. And yet - it cannot be denied, I am white - I was born here, in Sydney - The first time I met an Original person was in high school, where there were two originals out of 600 students, about half of which were from various Asian countries. 13 years travelling around the world and living in continents of every corner, sitting with the poorest of the poor and the richest of the rich, I do not wish to be grouped into any category. I am a human, on earth, trying to make my way, my intention is to serve humanity and the earth as much as I possibly can - but I am a human - and there is no doubt that I must feed myself first in order to feed the world.
“The Spirit of Oz” highlights the significance and value of non-financial exchanges. It is a way of making this experience accessible to those who cannot afford to pay whilst allowing me the opportunity to create something meaningful whilst I live here in Australia. It is a simple exchange. Art for Art. You can either pay me for the artwork and its entirely yours - or you don’t pay for it and its yours to enjoy and mine for all intents and purposes. For me, this is like maths. The finished artwork becomes my property - my art, for the purpose of sustaining me and my life so that I continue creating projects that serve the earth and humanity. As money is just another form of energy, one that the world recognises with ease, selling my art is how I intend to continue making it...
Undermined by this discussion of money is the reality, that of a far deeper exchange between myself, the one I paint and the rest who see the work, than money could possibly offer. The energetic exchange of body painting is powerful and I imbue my brush strokes with intention of well-being and abundance. Those who get it, shower me with blessings for my life and I feel the blessings ripple back and forth. It is hard to express quite how profound a gifting ceremony this process can be and has been.
Here in Australia, I have encountered a different experience; aka ‘a big fucking mess’. Indeed, the road to hell is paved with good intentions...
So, what happened…? in short: I didn't manage that the paperwork was read and understood, nor were my release forms signed before we began and completed the work. I wasn’t clear as clear can be. Work was done, confusion was met, trust was broken and everyone ended up feeling shit. Of course there are plenty of wonderful details to this story but I won't bore you all with that...
Despite having to rubbish one of the most powerfully stunning and magical pieces… I have officially learnt a few extremely important lessons that I wish to share:
Lesson #1. Do not rely on people to read paperwork! I must be accountable for people understanding what this is all about.
Lesson #2 - Read documents out loud to ensure clarity and chose the images together for behind the scenes social media posts.
Lesson #3. State the value of the money-free exchange so people understand what they are receiving. ** Even magical faeries who live as humans have to eat…
Lesson # 4 - Add cancellation clause in contract.
It has been a painful and very important round of lessons. I stayed in Australia because of distinct vision to connect with the original australians and paint. I have dived into the fire as I tend to do and entered a very complicated and sensitive arena of Australia’s people, the historical-to-present relationship and dialogue between white and black. I feel like half the issues are lying dormant because people are not talking about them and so I invite conversation in this area... Better we learn how to engage through respectful dialogue and discussion rather than silence ourselves for fear of saying the wrong thing. This is how we grow to understand one another and heal.
Having been burnt, and run out of steam for now, the project is on hold while the ash settles and lessons solidify. Many other wonderful things are in the making and its important to focus on what we want to create.
As a fiery faery, Its not easy for me to be still. It never has been. I have always been a frenetic spirit, darting like a firefly from here to there to everywhere… I have grown to understand that I must harness this energy if I wish to expand in the ways of my dreams that are so enormously huge. And so here I am, ready and willing to embrace the settled life for a time.
I arrived in my old home of Mullumbimby a few days ago, a place known as the biggest little town in Australia. Once upon a time felt like home, once again, …could be. I am going to stay here for a while, grow some roots, connect to the land and myself. Blessed to be welcomed back by dear friends, old acquaintances from the streets - feels like family. Staying in a little caravan thanks to Avichai and Sarah, I enjoy my moments playing with their magical 3 year old son ‘Khayam’, (meaning: existence), brings joys to my every moment whilst reminding me how wonderful it actually is that I still have time to myself… Grateful for what is.
Last week was my birthday, a celebration of my own existence. I got an opportunity to acknowledge a pattern that has run through my life - moving too fast for my own good. Born in a flurry I smashed my way passed my mum’s pelvis and covered my head with big bumps and bruises before I had even begun. I feel like I have been racing my way through life for some reason and now, 31 years young, its time to slow down. All the goodness of life must be savoured in order to be felt. I have had the biggest year of my life and its time to sit with it all… and breathe it in. Digest the journey and consolidate my being-ness.
For my fellow seekers, travelling the path of exploration, integration and self-reflection; Asking the questions: “How can we connect to ourselves even deeper; see ourselves in each other; and celebrate the earth through everything we create in life?”.
May we learn how to talk to one another, see truth through the experiences of one another, and bless the process of growth no matter how painful it can be… Life is a constant process of hurting and healing. Nothing more and nothing less. It is perfect in being imperfect. Moving on, letting go with love, and opening our hearts to infinite possibility. Life’s too short to hold on to anything.
Blessings of peace to all.
As with all great adventures, the winds of spontaneous and mysterious perfect flow are guiding my way. Painting the Spirit of Oz, has transformed into an expression of ALL Australia’s people - The rainbow of beings from all over as well as the original custodians of the land who were here for thousands and thousands of years before us. Together we teach and learn about our sacred connection to nature and how she can sustain us forever if we maintain respect for our origins and live sustainably and harmoniously.
I see people painted into the land everywhere I go. I think "obsession" might be the right word here. Unfailingly blown away by the beauty of the human form combined with the beauty of the earth and the infinitely unique compilation of each piece I paint. Every moment changing every second - the magic of the creation born through triangles of energetic collaboration. And of course, painting on bare bodies is an honour and a very intimate way of connecting. in its rawness it cannot escape being intimate - and this comes with trust, gifting and blessings. It is the dance of energy within trusting spirit.
And so it is that I am putting the message out to all that I am offering to paint Australia's diverse and eccentric and regular people who will share their story with the world.
The questions are:
Where would you want to merge with? (map location)
What does it meant to you to be connected to this land?
What is your Australian Story?
What do you want to share with the people of the world through your story?
“Painting the Spirit of Oz” is ALIVE.
A production guided by the same principles of “Creation’s Calling”; Collaborative creative and meaningful activism. Aimed at capturing the essence of Australia, through the people who live here, the lands we live on and from - and ultimately the connection that we have to the land. This project is a book, a documentary, a festival and most definitely a self-propelled quest to learn and discover my own connection with Australia - the land where I grew up, yet simultaneously the place that propelled me out into the world of worlds as soon as I was old enough to fly alone; other worlds which welcomed me as family and taught me even more about who I am and where I come from.
This project is an ode to the coming together of old and new here in Australia. A celebration of cultures and an acknowledgement of the existence and development of rainbow culture, myriads of ways all united in honouring the earth that birthed us, and gives life to all we know.
Nature has all the metaphors to help us understand this crazy world. There is a perfection and an order to all this seeming chaos. Sometimes we just need to trust, regain faith, and receive direction from spirit within the stillness of listening, observing and keeping an open heart.
Up here in the Daintree where the forest meets the sea, I have learnt much. I have looked to the Strangler Figs to understand life, referred to as ‘parasites’ as they wrap their embrace of coiling arms around other trees, relentlessly growing on top of the old, wrapping and encasing the tree underneath with intricate swirls of suffocating love until… it dies. And all that is left is the beautiful structure of the Strangler Fig - hollowed with the memory of what was before, retaining the existence of the old tree in the empty spaces. The new is undoubtedly a combination of old and that which “took over” and nature is harmonious and non-judgemental in the recreation of life. The old and the new seamlessly dance the dance of attachment, release, and new life - the cycle destruction and creation is undoubtedly natural and perfect. Life is continuous, we break down and we re-create. Ultimately, we have to let go for nature will be dancing either way.
I have much to look at from the horizon of my world. Its a 360 view, past present and future merge. After an exciting time driving 4500 km form my debut exhibition in The Dandenongs of Victoria all the way to Laura Aboriginal Dancing Festival, to painting at Bushweek, to filming and documenting coconut tree climbs, painting new lovers merging in the white tree that stood in front of the black granite rocks of Black Mountain, to abandoned resorts in the Daintree being run by as eccentric escapee from the anglo-woes of Sydney… towards another booking to paint at Collaboration’s Festival (http://www.collaborationsfestival.com)next week, a collaborative Showcase with RAW artists (http://www.rawartists.org/orlyfaya) in Byron Bay on August 28th followed by a PEACE DAY/CREATION’S CALLING #2 event hosted at the lush gardens of STARSEED (http://www.starseedgardens.com), a collaborative festival day of Earth Devotion. A new home awaits me in Northern NSW… I am currently manifesting it and looking forward to settling in for a while as soon as we meet.
Turning 31 at the end of this month signifies a time for me to take my visions and lessons and plant them with care and love, respect and patience. It is time for me to nurture myself as I do my projects and learn to be still as I write the story of stories, trusting in spirits perfect flow and the majesty of endless time and space. There is much to do in this dance of life but sometimes progress is as simple as stillness. Manifesting a little cottage in the forest for a magical faery with much to do... Stay posted... much to come.
“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” ― T.S. Elliot
With my heart open, vulnerable and pumping and alive,
Having ventured far and wide all over the world for the last 13 years, truth be told, I have never been wooed about living in Australia. Perhaps its my lack of resonance with anglo culture... or maybe its simply the fact that the world is all too delicious and beautiful, RAW and ALIVE! In discovering humanities depth, colour and richness, I have discovered myself and my purpose as a human being this round of life… So, when I landed back on Aussie soil a few months ago, to put on my debut art show, I had planned to fly straight back out to Austria to teach in the World Body Painting Festival in Vienna. But new inspiration unsuspectingly hit home and a hypnotic vision was born. Plans change with the ebb and flow of life's spontaneous breath - and I trust spirit as my guide.
Now, having completed the hugely beautiful and successful debut event of Creation’s Calling (creationscalling.org), with one week left for my debut exhibition, I have officially begun a new and overwhelmingly inspiring project… "The Spirit of Oz”.
When friend and master artist, Sioux Dollman, invited me to come with her to Wulgunggo Ngalu Learning Place to build and render two Australia animal sculptures with the residents, a mix of young indigenous men on criminal probation and drug and alcohol rehabilitation, I jumped at the opportunity! This was the perfect place to start getting acquainted with a world I have never known. From the minute we arrived on the grounds of the converted Ron Ron Prison, I knew I had landed a unique opportunity to connect with the very real worlds of Australia’s first nation peoples.
Wulgunggo Ngalu is an offshoot initiative of the Department of Justice. Whilst indigenous Australia make up only 3% of the total population, they account for 30% of the prison population, an ongoing disproportionate representation that lead to the Royal Commissions enquiry into Aboriginal Deaths in Custody in 1991, a fact that continues to present disturbing revelations into Australia’s ‘first nation' situation. Today, the issues of the past reverberate into the new generations being born. At Wulgunggo Ngalu Learning Place I met seven young ‘Koori' men from lands all over Victoria. Ranging from 20 -31 years old, each had at least 2 children, most were married, some had been there before and some were there for the first time. There convictions ranged from car theft, to supply, to domestic violence and each one battled with some form of addiction, either to ice, alcohol or marijuana. Simultaneously, these seven men had big beautiful open hearts, were respectful, committed to their recovery in varying degrees, and willing to talk about their lives with me - a white jewish artist they had only just met. Their stories were explicitly connected to their largely unspoken genocidal history here in Australia. Most of them did not know much about the worlds that their ancestors came from, their parents had avoided those kind of conversations, and they expressed feeling embarrassment growing up as indigenous kids. “It wasn’t cool” Pauly explained.
Each one had been given the opportunity to come to Wulgunggo Ngalu to heal and reconnect to themselves to the land and their cultures, and find space to integrate their new learnings into a new life. As I listened to Shaun Braybook, the manager of Wulgunggo Ngalu, describe the intention and focus of this magical residence, forgiveness and self love jumped out as the qualities that necessitated change and transcendence - and 70% of these men succeeded to transform their lives through the facilitated process offered by Wulgunggo Ngalu. This supportive journey, however, lay in contrast to the very real issues of life outside in the world of family, history and mainstream attitudes… Whilst the men were inside healing, the women were alone in the homes with many kids to look after, addictions of partners and parents remained and workplaces maintain a right to refuse criminal history in work placement. The obstacles are huge and the individual’s ability to go beyond the odds requires the highest level of will and determination.
Ready to dive into the Spirit of Oz, my vision has become rather gigantic…
Though the initial vision was painting First Nation Australians into their lands all over Australia, I now understand that this project within a project is the “carriage" for creation, and only one aspect of expression that will make up a Festival called “The Spirit of Oz” , an opportunity for us to connect and reconnect to each other and the earth, the history and the future, through creativity and collaboration. A true celebration of today’s people here in Australia and quite possibly an annual gathering of the tribes of all colours, a collaborative gestation and rebirthing of Australian culture, remembering who we are and our connection to the earth in the name of a sustainable, loving, compassionate and all encompassing magical future. I am officially inviting all interest, especially from Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders to get involved and join me on an adventure of a lifetime - rather than fight the world that is, lets create the world we want...
Many roles available including social media, accounts, PR, promotions manager, creative inclusions.
More info coming soon - interested should be sent to email@example.com
Painting has always been one of my favourite things to do and is definitely one of the most important activities for my wellbeing. When I paint, my breathing slows and a sense of peace and calm overtakes whatever babble is circling my mind. Something inside me lights up and I become whole again.
My body painting journey began five short years ago, when I was inspired to expand on my face painting adventures after seeing the work of fellow Aussie body painter Elena Lieu. I was stunned by the awesomeness of it and wanted to know more... My admiring comments on the posted Facebook image was met with Elena's encouraging words to give it a go. Woah! Really? I started researching body painting and discovered some of the biggest names in the industry that were to become mentors for me later in the journey; Craig Tracy, Johannes Stoetter and Emma Hack. Naturally, inspiration exuded from every body painted image I saw thereafter and nothing could stop me from diving head first into the body painting world! I was hooked before I started.
And so it began.
Rocking out with my first set of body paints, I painted everyone and anyone who was willing. Some of my first works are still my favourites and became favourites amongst the online world too.
Everything changed when I landed my first camouflage job only days after breaking up with "the love of my life". I discovered a new skill, to disappear people into oneness with everything.
Its been almost two years since that time and much has happened as I continued my journey around the world... keeping myself busy with my creations, merging myself with the moments I breath and practising gratitude for my blessings.
I worked very hard from cafes all around South, Central and North America to single handedly put on my Debut Exhibition in Victoria Australia. Last weekend was the opening. It was beautiful and momentous and the first of many I hope. I gave a short talk about my work and recorded it for all of you who couldn't make it.
I have a new inspiring vision to begin here in Australia, and it is bigger than I almost dare to dream... but I think a little rest in required first. When there is no distinction between work and play, it is easy to become a workaholic - i have discovered. It is time to consolidate my learnings, have some fun, breathe, smile, dance and relax. Stay posted for incredible things to come.
Love light and gratitude.
Here at the airport on my way back to Costa Rica after the first of 12 blessed months-to-be of 2015 ... What a journey! I knew before I arrived here in Guatemala that I wasn't going to be satisfied with a measly 10 days, and ended up changing my flight to the end of the month before the week was up. Immediately welcomed by my new lifelong friends, Ginou and wolf, I spent my first week at their place. It didn't take long for me to feel anxious and lost, as I tend to when I arrive in a new place. Some things never change. But once I established my purpose to paint people into the world, I became settled into extreme busyness. Ginou described me as a bee with fire shooting out of its ass... And it seems that this might very well be my natural state. I buzz with endless creativity and I don't chill out easily so i have been practising balancing my days with meditation and yoga. Gandhi said "I'm such a busy man that I have to meditate twice a day" and I totally resonate. In order to juggle all these projects and visions whilst travelling with my home in a bag on wheels, stillness is my best friend. Those small glimpses of eternal silence and calm existence instil me with a sense of connectedness that is required in order to keep going... With intentions to make some money I secured a gig painting a wall at a sweet motel! After three days of negotiations, agreement was made and I arrived with all my bags, not expecting him to cancel the agreement after it was made! Things tend to work out for the best, and his guilt lead him to give me a free room for the week... And what a lovely room it was! :) super blessed with good fortune, I was then offered the best room in San Marcos which was something like living in a lighthouse or a boat. A platform glass house on the water, I watched the rainbow sunrise from my bed every morning and only had to open a door to be welcomed by bellowing volcanoes that overlooked the magical lake Atitlan. An experience I will never forget, those two weeks in that room were filled with creative inspiration! A beautiful woman named Vanesa had asked to shoot some pics of me, and having somehow gathered an incredible collection of handmade clothes that somehow matched my mystical bedroom, we played dress up and recreated the scenes made only in dreams. Two camouflage paintings where created, and deep meditations were shared. And because spirit is very generous, I house sat my beautiful friends Faery house for the remaining three days of my time in San Marcos, whilst they went to the rainbow gathering. Walking through the small streets of that town could end up being a whole days excursion of socialising with the beautiful people... Eating tamales and tostadas was heavenly, so cheap and so good, imbued with the love of the women who fed us every day. I had intentions to go to different places, see more, travel etc... but in the end I stayed in San Marcos and got to truly feel the vibe of that one town. I created seven artworks in total and performed my poetry at three events, sharing parts of my heart never share before. Each experience with its own story, lessons and memories... I have climbed a few mountains in vain and accepted the spontaneous change of plans, allowing magic to happen through the unplanned synchronicities is worth each and every supposed breakdown. Learning how to flow is one of my greatest lessons.
I will never forget January 2015 on the magical lake Atitlan that rises mysteriously 3cm a year and holds the secrets of ancient Maayan culture. Surrounded by volcanoes, no doubt this lake has bubbled and boiled once upon a time long ago. One of the volcanoes fumed many times a day, and bellowing smoke could be seen from across the lake whilst I painted. It's seems there is always more In this world that I have not seen or experienced, more to enrich my mind and heart and soul. My gratitude for this life is overwhelming. Every single being I have met has enriched my experience in some way, as is always the case. Whether through alignment and resonance or insight and reflection, each person offers me the opportunity to grow. It is always our choice whether we receive the lessons presented to us. Practising trust and discernment and walking the tightrope of self love and humility is central to the happenings of this story. This is indeed a never ending journey of spiracular growth and I am so honoured that creative collaborations shower my trail of adventures. I continue unquestioningly in my callings paint, to merge, to reflect, to write, to travel and to connect deeply with those who are ready and willing. Indeed like a bee with fire shooting out of my ass, I continue to buzz with excitement and enthusiasm for the possibilities of this life.
Now as I fly over Guatemala back to Costa Rica, I prepare for another adventure of painting and presenting in three festivals over the next 6 weeks whilst doing my by to organise my debut exhibition in Australia for May. So much to do, I breathe in every moment, one step at a time, trusting that my drive to create and inspire the world is worthy of all my efforts. Tomorrow I shoot my crowd funding video and begin my campaign to support me support pachamama. Looking forward to including you all in this process of creation. Together we make a dream of life. Remember to ask for what you need, spirit is looking out for each and everyone.
I entered the new year of 2014 with a heavy and hurt heart, freshly sliced open with the sword of unrequited love. Or some illusion like that. Healing became my main focus, as I nursed my wounded spirit in the sacred space of my own little home, set in the luscious green and free lands of outer Sydney. Protected and safe in my cave, I began to heal. Deep in my heart I had always know that Sydney wasn't my real home. Sure, I grew up there, and yes indeed blessed with a supportive and inspiring family who I love more than anything in the world - but Sydney always felt like a foreign place to a Faery like me. Early in the year, after much healing had already taken place, i put my wings back on and once again leapt of the cliff of dreams and possibilities. The big world beckoned me back after a couple of years aimed at "settling down" . The truth was that there was nothing settling about my static life. My heart was restless until the day I flew away. A new decade of life had just begun.
In retrospect, I have had the most rewarding and enriching year of my life. Through the darkness comes great light, and I have a deep sense of gratitude to those who contributed to those dark times and those who supported me to find my way back to the light. We can never know the reasons for the happenings until they reveal themselves, and our gratitude lies in lieu of trusting spirit. Easier to say in retrospect yet always important to remember. Trust is a good friend that I get to know better every day, who loves me more and more as I surrender to the unknown.
This year, I have felt the blowing wind under my growing wings, wings that develop one feather at at a time, and have become more powerful and defined than ever before. I continue learning to love myself again and again, whilst journeying up this spiracular experience of being human. Our perfection indeed lies in our divine imperfection. The world reflects infinite amounts of beauty into my realm and I am in love with the fact that happiness is infectious without reason... The poor still smile more than the rich as I learnt long ago in my days wandering and wondering about India. It is no surprise that i love to live simply. Knowing all my possessions fit in a bag on wheels that fit in a car with wheels that has a mattress in the back - is the highlight of my life! Reflections of all the exquisite people that I have met affirm the identity of my soul reflected by theirs, light and only light in a world of illusions.
Creation is our natural state and 2014 opened the door to infinite inspiration of an unending passion within my art: merging the sacred feminine with Mother Earth, encouraging men to support and hold space for creation as is their divine role, recognising the healing potential of body painting and putting my life's teaching into words has become my journey and a story that will continue for the years to come. Combining my passion for travel over the last 12 years with my anthropological training, words art and graphic design have merged together in a beautiful mandala of my professional life. I couldn't have dreamed of a more aligned way to spend my days. Gratitude overwhelms my being when I am present to this magic, and so i continue in full trust that abundance is my destiny and service to this beautiful sacred world, is my lifelong mission, the journey of giving a secret beacon to overwhelming sensations of contentment.
Though there have always been few and far between, my intention to partner with a soul like mine is engraved deeply in my heart. Scar tissue seals the deal with much clarity since my last run in with a man I loved more than he loved me. Lessons are good and learning them is better. Grateful to have given myself the space needed to morph into a butterfly. I celebrate love around every corner, recognising when love is lost to fear, and knowing the importance of mutual enthusiasm in every relationship. In studying the ways of the world and the dances of the heart, I am showered with insights as I manifest a masterpiece of life.
After two months in Israel, two months in Peru, three months in the US and one month in Costa Rica, I am flew to Guatemala to welcome in the new year with my conscious community, celebrating our devotion to Pachamama, our magical mama earth. Together we danced in the dirt and indulged in sweet yummy moments of earthly pleasures, we shared our hearts and stories and blessed one another with happiness for the new year. My first body painting project of the new year signified the mountains that we climb in life and in love, the volcano of our heart. Though I intended to paint two beings, man and woman, into the volcanic view of lake Atitlan., the man was enough as he encompassed much of the volcanic energy, calm yet potentially erupting, full of destruction and creation and magic. Throughout the years of following my heart I have learnt that declaring our dreams is already half way to manifesting them. And so it was! Magic happened very quickly and my first piece of 2015 was born.... So grateful for all the beings I come into contact with, all the diversity of spirit's manifestations and all the beauty of creativity.
May 2015 be the awakening of our spirit's calling to reach higher towards the light, to impact the world with our hearts through the arts, to speak up for what we know feels right as the light and stand up fearlessly in the firing line for those who cannot stand anymore.
So to you my friends and family, my supporters and my observers, may the new year bring peace into our hearts and may this peace emanate outwards, may we be bestowed with appreciation and gratitude and learn the joys of simplicity. May the spirit of 2015 shine light where it is needed all over the world and may we practice to be better humans by loving, forgiving, remembering where we came from so that we may be ready to die complete that we have lived beyond the illusions of this world.
I love you!!!
Peace to all my bothers and sisters.
It only takes about 3 weeks to get comfortable in a new space. By the time I left VidaAsana I was super comfortable! My beautiful big room and wall of window that opened out to the lush green outside of Costa Rica was a pleasure to wake up in everyday. I had planned to leave a week earlier but I got sick, so nursed myself with ginger garlic onion and pepper and recovered super quick. Whilst I was getting better, I had a new vision with my body painting art- somewhat of an epiphany! And the Surfboard Series began to manifest in my mind. Synchronistic happenings flood our lives if we are willing to acknowledge them as more than coincidences.. and having wanted to make the journey with a sister, a friend from Israel spontaneously arrived in town wanting to go to the same place as me and voila, another instant manifestation. The ride was awesome, taking my little home on wheels on the ferry, cruising across the bay to the peninsula side. It was another hour drive to Santa Teresa, and arriving in this little slice of paradise has been action packed. Only a few days in and I have done a fire show, a live painting show, the first body painting piece for the surfboard series, new collaborations set in place for Indigo Yoga Retreat in Mal Pais where I will be staying for the next three days. My intention is to create 3 more body painting pieces before I leave, two yoga, one surfboard... and I will definitely get ON a surfboard before I leave here!!! Leaving for Guatemala in a week to perform and present at Cosmic Convergence festival. Its busy times. All my love, x
17 years world traveller, internationally recognised award winning body painter with a background in Anthropology, Orly delves deep into the enquiry of what it means to be a human being and ceaselessly expresses her art whilst following her heart. , Specialising in mimitism (camouflage), Orly's current expressions are a moving living creative and expansive entity that represents her passion for re-merging humanity with the earth from which we came, sustainable conscious living, healing the sacred feminine as we learn to respect our mother earth and advocacy for balancing commercial gain with global and local contributions.