Tag: Kay Gibbons

Time for you, time for God

Beauty in creation. Artwork by Kay Gibbons.
Kay was a guest at my lunch party. You can find lots of her work on Instagram.

At a lunch party recently, five friends gathered to catch up, eat together, relax and take our ease. After a busy week for all of us, it was a time to re-charge our batteries. We are living through difficult times, both internationally and locally. So much is going wrong with our world and for many, life is a struggle. We are also caught up in so much busy-ness. There is often very little time to minister to ourselves. So it was good for us in our little group to try and redress the balance a bit. Being busy without having time for rest and re-creation can only lead to exhaustion, emptiness spiritual listlessness, and eventually ill health. We need to build into our lives a time of caring for each other and of just being rather than always doing.

There is a story, which illustrates this, about St. Antony of Egypt who was one of the pioneer founders of the monastic life.
One day he was resting with his disciples in the desert when a hunter came upon them. The hunter was a great activist and was quite shocked to see the holy man taking his ease. He complained and chastised the saint. Antony simply told him to draw his bow and shoot an arrow. The hunter, puzzled, did as he was bid.
“Now” said Antony, “do it again.”
The man shot a second arrow.   “And again” commanded Antony.
The hunter protested that if he continued to shoot arrows as Antony had asked, his bow-string would break.“ And so it is with men” Antony replied. “Without rest we too shall break.”

In our pressurised world we need to take time to relax and rest if we are not to break. For me, the lunch party  was one such time. Having time for friends, loved ones, and those who can share hobbies, interests and experiences is very important if we are to grow as people. If we are to feel and be cherished by others and equally, if we are to love and support others.

I recently shared time with a friend who is suffering bereavement. The death of her loved one came through an accident for which there could be no preparation. The nature of an accident, is that there is often  no way we can really influence its outcome. At one point, in our conversation, my friend said something both moving and important. She told me to never put off spending time with loved ones. Treat such relationships as precious because that is what they truly are.

So the lunch party was more than a time for re-charging our batteries. It was a time of sharing love and friendship. It was a joyful time of gladness which flowed between us. It is those such moments that tell each of us how we are important, cherished and healed by being with others who care about us and long to share in our lives. That is also true of our relationship with God.

At this time of year, one of the ways I try to develop this is by spending time with God in the Garden. It’s a wonderful time of growth and amazing display as creation bursts alive in colour and beauty. Of course, there is a certain amount of work to be done to get it that way but I regard it as a work of co-operation with God.

The friends I shared lunch with were all artistic in differing ways. I don’t regard myself as gifted in that sense but, as I looked around the garden, I recognized that what I was seeing was God’s palette. Here, God paints a picture which is an ever-changing kaleidoscope of creation, alive and buzzing. Yet it is also a still-life. The garden is a place of stillness, quietness, re-creation. A place for God to silently colour not only the flowers but also the soul. Whether it’s a garden, a secret place, a quiet walk or sitting in a still place, it’s the same. There are so many places were God can easily be found.
Not least, of course, inside each of us. We always have God with us, his palette of love carefully colouring our soul.

But, of course, we have to stop, spend time with Him, letting Him love and care about us. Far too often, for whatever reason, we don’t spend enough time with God. We don’t appreciate just how much he loves us and we don’t love Him as much as we should. That is not an admonition. It’s just something that sorts of happens. And that’s mostly because we succumb to other things along the way. It is very easy to fall into the trap of letting the outside world and its cares and worries take us over.

In Matthew Chapter 11, Jesus tells us something comforting and yet also very challenging: Come to me all you that are weary and carrying heavy burden, and I will give you rest. I will refresh you and hold you. Jesus continues:
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart and I will find rest for your souls.
No excuse then for being distracted or being buffeted by external things that try to claim our attention from God.
There is, Jesus tells us, a surer way of dealing with worry, anxiety and hopelessness: I will find rest for your souls.
Why would you not want that?

In my garden there is a carved stone. It was a gift and is the work of a stone sculptor, Paul Flack, who carved on it the words of a prayer by St Teresa of Avila. Her prayer reinforces what Jesus says:

Let nothing disturb you;
Let nothing frighten you.
All things are passing.
God never changes.
Patient endurance obtains to all things.
Whoever possesses God is wanting in nothing.
God alone suffices.

The prayer is known as St Teresa’s bookmark because it was found in her prayer book after her death. It had clearly been
her constant companion. St Teresa  was often so busy that she was known as God’s Gadabout. She was often struck by illness and, as she founded convents and disputed with bishops and even Popes, she coped with immense anxiety. This prayer carried her through it all and kept her rooted deeply in God.

Do not worry. God alone suffices.
May that be true for you.

[Mr G]

Lunar Incantations

Kay Gibbons exhibition Bampton. Photo Mr G

LUNAR INCANTATIONS
An artist’s response to lunar imagery in T S Eliot’s  poetry.

Last week, I went with my friend Julia to an art exhibition in Bampton, West Oxfordshire. It was arranged by the West Ox Arts as part of the Oxfordshire Arts Week.
The reason for our visit was that our mutual friend Kay Gibbons was one of the exhibitors and we wanted to support her. It was also an opportunity to look at high quality art by talented exhibitors in a beautiful and open surroundings.

Kay is a multidisciplinary artist, working often, though not exclusively in sculptured glass.
Her current exhibition is  called LUNAR INCANTATIONS, an artist’s response to lunar imagery in the poetry of T S Eliot.
(we have already posted some of this work on my blog).
Here is what Kay has written about this.

“How wonderful it is to be weaving word and image together in my Art weeks exhibition on display
at the West Ox Arts Gallery in Bampton where I am exhibiting with other talented artists from Oxfordshire .
My artistic journey has been one of ‘ebb and flow’ responding to and being determined by the directional pull of circumstance and opportunity. Similarly with the moon as it journeys through its different phases .

During lockdown I became reacquainted with the poetry of T S Eliot .It inspired me to create small watercolour paintings and drawings often incorporating calligraphy . With Artweeks looming I was inspired to bring together my love of creativity with Eliot’s poetry and of the moon to explore the Lunar imagery in T S Eliots poem Rhapsody on a Windy Night .
I have interpreted this using glass and also calligraphy .
My exhibition is innovative, colourful and lively.

With this we agree and my friend Julia has written a comment:

Glorious drive across the Chilterns at the weekend to meet my Instagram hero @kaygibbons_art.glass.sculpture and her wonderful exhibition at @westoxartsgallery on opening day. I was inspired by Kay’s freedom and humour which plays out through her abstracts and her evocative interpretation of a TS Elliot poem in leaded and copper foiled pieces, and exquisite water colour and pen work. Thank you Kay for the laughs and hugs and reigniting my love for colour, transparency, and stained glass “

Needless to say, we were both tempted to buy a piece of art.

In love with this little glass abstract which is coming home to me at the end of the exhibition.

photo: Mr G

Mine is a present for someone so I am keeping it under wraps for now.!

Kay’s art has shone a light into the soul of the world with her combination of visual and the poetic. T. S. Eliot deserves illustration and a new way of entering into his depth of meaning. Equally, to watch an artist develop and explore life through shape and colour and faith is exciting. It shines a light into my soul as it does in any who encounter and sit with her work.
So much in life is depressing and frightening, not least because of power struggles which ultimately destroy everything in their wake. So we need a way to lift the Spirit and point us away from destruction to creativity and love. Art, Music, creative writing, photography, caring for the natural world are, in themselves incantations, cries to a better way. Incantation is word derived from Latin and means to ‘enchant’, perhaps even to cast a spell. It is associated with magic but poetry has its own meaning of what that means. Often to say something is magic is to point to a new experience of brilliance.  Allowing a creative act to work on your own creative spirit can easily be experienced as something magical, amazing, beautiful and, if we let it, life enhancing.It turns us from despair to hope.

Kay understands the way in which art speaks to the soul, to the heart of our being. For me, of course, this is about taking me right to the heart of God.

Photo: Kay Gibbons

“The joy of art is that we all see different stories in the one canvas – the one piece of glass, the one mural and so it goes .”

Exhibiting at WestOxArts GalleryBampton 29 April-3 June
as part of Oxfordshire Artweeks.

Not many will be able to go but you can discover more of Kay’s work on Instagram.
kaygibbons_art.glass.sculpture

[Mr.G.]

Work in Progress

‘Work in Progress’ by Kay Gibbons: a Good Friday reflection in glass

My artist friend Kay sent me photos of an arrangement she produced today, created with pieces of glass remnants.
Glass is one of her particular mediums.

They were placed slightly haphazardly but Kay saw that, as they sat in pieces on her work table a shape formed which was deeply suggestive to her of the Crucifixion.  She commented,

“I wasn’t sure how to refine them but as they sat in pieces on my work table, I actually like the way they are, symbolic of the jagged edge of the crucifixion …”

There are two images, one unedited and quite raw and the other more presentational surrounded with traditional purple edging, a bit likea greetings card of sorts.

She is a fan of T S Eliot and so a line from East Coker (Four Quartets) came to mind:

“And they called this Friday good …

The art is still evolving and revealing its meaning so Kay calls it a Work in Progress.

She reflects that this is true of the Crucifixion too.
As people discover for themselves its meaning and  how it challenges, shapes and changes lives, so they are part of a ‘work in progress’. Each of us who engages with Jesus and with the immense and unconditional love of God pouring from the Cross, become caught up more and more in a life of joy, purposefulness and glory. So , Work in Progress’ is also a way of describing the Work of God in drawing all of us into His Kingdom.

and Jesus said, “Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Luke 12: 32

[Mr. G.]

Spring Equinox

Spring Equinox. creation in glass by my artist friend, Kay Gibbons. 2023

My friend Julia has sent me the following article reflecting on yesterday’s Spring Equinox. It was written by her friend Jane Upchurch, one of a monthly series she sends out on the eve of every new moon. I am pleased to pass it on, with Jane’s permission.  For more information and further writings by her, Google her on http://janeupchurch.co.uk/category/praying-for-the-planet/

Dear friends,

Tuesday March 21st was the new moon, the time we particularly remember our beautiful planet in prayer, meditation, awareness or involvement, with love, hope and gratitude. 

This is the time of the Spring equinox.  We are moving from winter to spring, from dark to light, from cold to warmth, from bareness to the vibrant flush of spring flowers and new-born leaves.  Let us also move from anxiety and dismay at world events and the state of our planet to love and hope.  Let us sow these seeds into the thirsty soil.

Equinox

This is it, the official beginning of spring.  Oh, the long awaited date and season and sun.  The sun is white, sitting over the tops of the houses to the East, diffused through the thin cloud that heralds the start of a glorious day.   It is still cold from early evening to early morning marking the hours of the sun’s absence, but it builds to a warmth you can live in during the day.

I love this day, the changeover from winter to the early train of summer.  I love that everywhere today is the same, we all have twelve hours of day and night, equal night, equinox.  And as we sail smoothly into our opening light and new season of warmth, so the south tilts into its fall, into darkness and the call of winter.  Today is a magic day, yet most people won’t notice it save perhaps a smile at the new-found warmth of the sun.  We live on our planet like strangers, not recognising its journeys or its moods, sheltered from the weather and with a ready light to hide the dark. 

Celebrating an equinox or solstice acknowledges the birthdays of our home, enjoying the relationship we have with the earth on which we live all our days.  It is also enjoying our relationship with  the Divine, whatever that means for us, seeing God in all things – the new sun rising, the hazy air sharpening, the primroses covering the lawn in gentle yellow welcome, the quickening of spring awakening the buds, calling the call to life that echoes in our blood.

I desire to be out here today but I cannot, so can I take these elements of earth, air, fire and water and hold them in a burning cauldron safe in my heart?  Can I trust as trees do, or will I always bother and fuss before I find the path?  Is it part of the human condition, part of my makeup, a jigsaw dance between the bother and the bliss, learning to carry all the bits equally well, living in memory and faith at the same time, trusting as trees dig roots into deep soil, trying to enjoy all parts of the journey and not just the destination.  Today I have things to do that will call me away.  Today I hang my needs on the wheel of the sun and let it turn me. 

Jane Upchurch

Daffodils of Spring. Photo: Gill Henwood

O GOD,

we thank you for this earth, our home;
for the wide sky and the blessed sun,
for the ocean and streams,
for the towering hills and the whispering wind,
for the trees and green grass.

We thank you for our senses by which we hear the songs of birds,
and see the splendour of fields of golden wheat,
and taste autumn’s fruit,
and rejoice in the feel of snow,
and smell the breath of spring flowers.

GRANT US a heart opened wide to all this beauty;
and save us from being so blind that we pass unseeing
when even the common thorn bush is aflame with your glory.

Amen