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Horai, goddesses of daylight (Jan 2021)

euporia

Orthosia

pershua

euporia

thallo

auxo

carpo

Eirene

dike

eunomia

light is the guide

exploring mystery land (Jan 2021)

initiation

explanation

day 1

day 2

day 3

day 4

day 5

day 6

day 7 - 8- 9

day 10 part I

day 10 part II

complexity in simplicity

my Horai journey

In the ancient Greek times the hours of the day did not have hours of fixed length as we do today. Instead they divided the hours of daylight into an equal portions of time, "an hour", identified by the position of the sun in the sky. Thus the length of the hour varied between the longer days of summer and shorter ones of winter. There are different  systems of 9, 10 or 12 hours wherein each hour is represented by a goddess group of the Horai. The Horai were daughters of Zeus and Themis, and half-sisters to the Moirai. I discovered the Horai in my Open University course about the Renaissance (painting primavera of Botticelli) and included them in the soul art certification creation level, class 4 "spirit and earth" in fall 2019. In January 2020 I went on a deeper journey, exploring the Horais, one by one in a video series. For this journey I reviewed these videos, and edited them back to its essence. In my creative journeys I work with the system of the 9 Horai and interpretation the mythological freely and, if it suits me, adapt it to a personal understanding.

 

Insights of reviewing it: a great deal of the exploration had to with the issues I currently work with in my trauma therapy, growing up on a swompy foundation, my financial issues during my time in Jordan etc. Looking back an important discovery was that actually the light was always there, yet or I could not see it, being blinded by the light of others, or I did see it, it literary was in my face, landing in my lap "out of nowhere" yet I did not act on it because of feeling "I am not good enough", "who am I to do this", "what do I know about..." etc.  

my mysteryland journey

For this journey from January 1 till January six, six minutes of silence. Starting from a empty white space, each line intuitively drawing a line on the paper, from simplicity to complexity. Then expanding it on a bigger paper "connecting it to something bigger", connecting with the piece, receiving insights and bringing the energies together with guided drawing learned in the workshop I did in November. 

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Insights of tuning in: with all the lines of possibilities, what is my version of doing it? Depth. I work in layers, in that whole depth. That holds a complexity, yet each layer in itself is quite simple. It's complexity in simplicity and simplicity in complexity. The whole system is quite complex, with all the layers interconnected in it, yet when you do layer by layer by layer it is quite simple

the curved path

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The curved path started with taking out an old piece, expressing my essence, that had been in a box for two years, I didn't know what to do with it, I cut in pieces and threw it in the bin, a few days later I got inspiration what I could do with it and fished it out of the trash (wouldn't be the first time) and spent the whole afternoon trying to put the pieces back together, the harder I tried, the less came out of it. Again blaming myself "why did I...." etc. The next day, I don't remember how, I was inspired to put the pieces together in a different way, following the lines of the pieces and this curving-turning path rolled out. Seeing it I realized it had the same shape as the lifeline I laid out on the first session of the Narrative Exposure Trauma Therapy, and now serves as the foundational path of the therapy. Seeing this I got the inspiration to take it outdoors, on January 24, when I celebrated my birthday, visiting my parents,, to the roots of my development/complex trauma and laying it out there for a second time. It marks a breaking point in several ways. In my life and in my therapy. May 2, 2009. The day of my "the foundation where my life was built on cracked open, and I fell through it, and ever since" and January 13, 2021, It marks ground zero of the #artistabundancechallenge journey in the soul art community/soul art school, that started on 25th of January, my birthday. It marks a new chapter in my trauma therapy. It marks a new chapter in my shamanic journey, continuing the classes as I do them now and at the same time it marks the restart journey now within the certification, exactly fitting into the time path towards joining Marie Forleo's b-school in February 2022, It marks a new opening in my art-history study. Starting now with the introduction course "art-history", completing that in April, followed then before the end of August finally completing the renaissance module. 

 

the insight/underlying feeling of this all: cherishing all that I have now, know now, is possible now and can do now, from there moving forward into something new. 

falling in place

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Working on this piece, on the backside of expanded mystery land piece, I used the Zebra structure of my Zebrcorn carpet piece as the template, first tracing it, and then cutting out several pieces of structured paper and putting  them in place. While I was doing this, an insight occurred like "falling in place by itself", aligned in a very unique way. In class 6, creation adult-child  I joined a money workshop (November 2019). Part of this workshop was a ritual of writing down all your limiting believes on a dish and then smash into pieces and then glueing it back together. How hard I tried to get the pieces back together "it was not working" at a certain moment I thought WFT, I am going to do it my way, and putting them in totally different way back together. Looking back on this, what I see now is on-going journey, from then "randomly" putting them back together in an "aligned" way "falling in place" by itself.  

If one thing starts moving....

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After "alinging falling into place", I started added a second layer, cutting up an old Zebra piece with picture of myself in Jordan on the backside. Swirling curling, circling, spiralling pieces appeared, putting them I kept on connecting, entwining the pieces, while doing it, an insight occurred "when one thing starts moving, everything starts moving" or "if one thing is being set in motion, everything is set in motion",

from altar to real life

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