Ravensea

The Future of Art

ravensea — Fri, 29 Apr 2011 11:57:02 +0000

The Future of Art
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Cherry Blossoms

ravensea — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 07:39:37 +0000

The flower symbolism associated with the cherry blossom is education. In China, the cherry blossom is also a symbol of feminine beauty. It also represents the feminine principle and love. In Japan, cherry blossoms symbolize the transience of life because of their short blooming times. Falling blossoms are metaphors for fallen warriors who died bravely in battle. This connotation links them with the samarai.

Expectations

ravensea — Wed, 27 Apr 2011 07:23:20 +0000

‘We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us’.

Joseph Campbell

Chaos and Madness

ravensea — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 09:48:40 +0000

‘You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star’

Nietzsche

Raven

ravensea — Sat, 26 Mar 2011 06:32:27 +0000

The Dark Veil

ravensea — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 07:03:53 +0000

The Dark Veil:

“How can I be substantial if I fail to cast a shadow?

I must have a dark side also if I am to be whole;

and in as much as I become conscious of my shadow

I also remember that I am a human being.”

Carl Gustav Jung

With death comes transformation, each life a progression from dark to light, a growth in consciousness.

Death a dark veil, a shadow that looms over all human beings.

Like Ophelia, death as a mysterious beauty, a transformation , a reminder of our own fears.

Ophelia

ravensea — Tue, 22 Mar 2011 04:55:44 +0000

Consciousness

ravensea — Tue, 15 Mar 2011 04:56:39 +0000

‘There is no coming to consciousness without pain.

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.’

Carl Gustav Jung

Flight Beyond

ravensea — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 06:06:37 +0000

Beyond

ravensea — Sun, 06 Mar 2011 06:03:26 +0000

When I shall die I shall soar with the angels, And when I die to the angels, What shall I become, You cannot imagine.

William Wordsworth