INSPIRED RESPONSE

The Wanderer's brave feet- Regarding Lisa Gosling's recent paintings. By Shray To gaze into - no be pulled into the minute veins, green,purple-bold and twisting edges of petals-holding tight the secrets of nature. You find your self-walking the dark pathway of brilliant strikes of colors. Leading you. For you can trust her lines and where they take you as they tell of their secret ways leading. You catch a glimpse of the forest. A Wanderer stumbling along- grouping for a sense of self and place- The mind wonders, as his feet progress to a stream of light-catching the Wanderer's eye as it's drawn to a strength of patterns, it teases him of a captured clarity ahead- If only he can reach that light, his thoughts and questions in shadows will become clear-. Drawing him down paths of the unknown. Jumping into his thoughts- 'is my life guided by the heart, or mind? ' ?Continuing, grasping on to Lisa's branches, the textures the deep grooves and colors- he fears of the grand illusions of the pasts. Yet further still he's driven to that stream of light, breaking the cold air of the forest ahead. As the sunlight tickles the edge of leaves, rustle's the ones that are delicate. ? The onlooker, the Wanderer in us all- almost always in a state of, a shadow of, doubt. Like the darkness of the old foliage brought to bare- his old familiar realizations become, unclear now. He is pulled deeper, as her lines delve into the depths, ?of life's syrup running thru the twines. ''Further, deeper, I must travel- to understand'' he whispers. The next foot placed, his arm reaches out, frantic, pushing the branches asunder. Then. The Wanderer stands in awe of the brilliance that his adventure brought him to see- Sparkles of sun dancing on the colored floor of the forest- his eyes caught by the wondrous beauty of the vines, branches tender needles and petals bursting forward out of the grey hues- He gazes in delight, at that which before him, glows. Singing in the sunlight of awareness, nurturing the life of 'his' forest. ?As his fingers slide down the veins of the green foliage. The Wanderer's heart and mind become joined- all questions of 'why' grow still. The detail, elegant are the lines that give food and life to the leaf- they lead him further, into his own veins. He becomes a partner with the shimmering plant. A glow, resting in his palm. He now walks back, leaving, full of new ways. He looks down at his foot step's out and lands, on the wood floor. His journey ended. Mind and body, at peace. He Wanderer walks towards the door, leading to the hard outdoor - Looking back, he sees particles of 'his' forest on the wood floor. Some, he sees are still floating in the bright lights, bouncing off the glass of the painting. The dust of 'his' afternoon quest, left behind on the gallery floor. He turns-He's cold outside-He watches as his feet run, landing onto the step of the city bus. Lisa 's gift to us- the freedom to burrow into her 'foliage' laid out before us- delicate and raw- open and hot-cool and closing in so close we look. She opens the door to our unique imaginations, allowing us to explore the twists and turns of our consensus. He is not so terrified now our Wanderer, of humanities, cold grey towers, he works in, lives in, is one of. He is no longer afraid of himself. The stutter of the buses engine catches his mind. He smiles ahead of him the sun breaking thru between the cement and the sharp sunlight glazing the valleys, of glass and steel. He understands now the shimmer, the vastness of the strength of the delicate. Humans- even himself, are of the same dust, the same veins of life weaving thru him. Just as they are carrying nourishment to the petal of a flower. Watching, as his finger glides down the bus window, creating a curving line leading him to sense, completeness arrived at on his own. Art by Lisa Gosling, tells not just a story. It leads one to places we think of as unknown paths. Deep into the center of life, we see the unity between Man and Nature. Only to discover they are already known to us. For those who are fortunate to stumble into her light, they know they must go. But not alone. For you can trust her lines and where they take you. Shray - 2018