Space of Settlement

I paint directly onto the canvas:  I don’t sketch first. I like to build structure with color.

"Untitled"
“Untitled”  Acrylic on Canvas  22″x28″

I relinquish notions of absolute truth while intentionally working to disrupt the established.  It is through this process, that an adjustment takes place, culminating in an agreement composing differences.

My painting then becomes the act, or process, of settling an inner argument, or disagreement, with my notion of reality as it has been routinely accepted by me. A flux occurs, creating a progressive version of ‘reality’, and a region is newly settled within the confines of the canvas.

A new form of communication and environment crystallizes within an original form of perception and pleasure.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

 

This Ink is Bugging Me

Journal Entry October 22nd, 2014:  I’m not expressing myself well today.  This ink is bugging me – it’s too strong and all wrong for my mood.  I remember I purchased it to write up a condolence card.

This insightful poem is from a series I wrote called:  “Eat the Whole Bag”.  It was written well before K.A.’s end came, in the sad form of Divorce, and a Forced Sale.

“The Katherine Ann House”

Her house was as jumbled as a junkyard,

"The sun's leaving the day with a hard, cold kiss."
‘K.A.’                                                                             The sun’s leaving the day with a hard, cold kiss.

as warm as a tea cozy,

as old as her Grandmother’s thimble,

as worn as a Sterling locket,

as winning as a war,

as engaging as a lock…

and as fatal as an affair.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

Divorce your White Shirt

The New Year Shirt Paradigm

Tattoo your shirt with brilliantly colored threads. Letters of the alphabet, poetic musings, girlfriends’ first names, pet names, nicknames… you name it!

Taken to the ludicrous… I love it! Snippets from a diary, love letters, rejections, inspirations, predictions, joie de vivre, melodies.

Stock market symbols, codes; I can’t think of a better way to express yourself without puncturing your skin. Colors, patterns, contrasts, textures; a field wide open for your experimentation.

$1,000 worth of monograms
$1,000 worth of monograms

Copyright © 2011 Nicole Rigets

 

Ten for 2011 POW!!!!!!

This Year I’m Blasting Off in New Directions!

  1. I’m the current in the wire.
  2. I’m firing up my spirit.
  3. I’m turning action into a living philosophy.
  4. I’m working up a new balancing act.
  5. I’m liberating my time.
  6. I’m vanquishing my fears.
  7. I’m counting on the unpredictable.
  8. I’m moving to a Midas touch.
  9. I’m cherishing what I have.
  10. I’m breathing in love.

Thank you all for following my Blog throughout 2010… 2011 is going to be GRRREAT!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Blue, Black & Silver Holiday Street

December 21st… Robson Street, Vancouver B.C.

A heartfelt Thank-You to all my viewers for visiting this Blog throughout 2010… you have given me great joy and I wish you Peace and Happiness throughout the Holiday Season. xo

I recently published a Fashion Blog to inform and create inspiration in my readers… see you at:  http://www.nicolerigetsonvogue.wordpress.com

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

The Old Lady’s Red Velvet Opera Coat

I’ve collected another twenty-five Things I Love!

  1. Hanging laundry outdoors to dry.
  2. Browning leaves collecting in the corners of stairways.
  3. Small birds exploding from the treetops when the train comes down the tracks.
  4. Home-made butter.
  5. Dreams that support the life you want to live.
  6. A visit to a friend’s studio.
  7. Found money:  the penny you pick up for luck.
  8. Paying bills early.
  9. Finding a parking space downtown.
  10. Postcards from New York.
  11. Little dogs with big shadows.
  12. A train whistle far in the distance.
  13. Yellow roses with their petals curling back.
  14. A simple old-fashioned rose reminding me of an old lady’s red velvet opera coat.
  15. A black and yellow Bumble Bee peering into a flower.
  16. Old stepladders; better yet when splotched with paint stains.
  17. Ikebana; Japanese flower arranging.
  18. Scaling paint on walls or furniture.
  19. Dog portraits.
  20. Dorothy Draper interiors.
  21. Wisps of smoke lingering in the outdoor air.
  22. The new “Sea to Sky” Highway on the way to Whistler, B.C.
  23. A ‘hurricane’ of crows.
  24. The transition between Summer and Fall.
  25. Discovering precious pieces of etched glass while beach-combing.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Peace By Piece and Amor Fati

"Psyche's Pieces"

Susanna Ruebsaat, my Art Therapy teacher, reads a paragraph from “Wisdom of the Psyche,” by Ginette Paris who was one of her teachers at Pacifica Graduate Institute in Santa Barbara, California.  Paris wrote this after recovering from a very serious head injury.

“Love of One’s Fate: Amor Fati; a love of one’s story.

I’m a participant in my own drama!  A love of what is.

Even my messes are my own.  I’m able to feel.”

A love of what is and a love of what is becoming.

Know the form in which one’s destiny unfolds.

This form of psychological creativity eventually leads to what the ancients call: Amor fati.

Dionysian attitude:  A desire to know the specific form in which one’s destiny unfolds.

Loving Your Life: “How could it be other-wise.” (N.R. Rigets)

Susanna refers to my clay sculptures and mentions how my first was so rough and my second was so smooth.  Yes, there is an amazing contrast (and contract) between the 2 female forms.

I respond with, “Life is rough and as I practice life it becomes smoother.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Acceptance of what is and love of what it is becoming.

"Before I Lost my Head by Dionysian Forces"

A link to Dionysian and Apollonian dichotomies and philosophies on Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apollonian_and_Dionysian

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

The Eagle and the Ego

Today was of the special variety that I experience randomly and want to add more of to my life.  It’s a day when nothing can ruffle me; I sail along with no fears, no worries, no upsets. I didn’t have any concrete plans made in advance so I didn’t have to get snarly when life moved impulsively into my morning.  Instead of writing this post at 2 p.m., as I intended, I got together with a friend who rang just to see if we could meet for coffee in my neighborhood.  Painting the day with flexibility keeps me happy.  There is no need to routinely cross off the must-do’s on the list in any special order. What doesn’t get finished today can be added to tomorrow’s list.  Was I blissful because nothing went sideways throughout the day? Or was it my fresh attitude and faith in life itself that brought unequivocal and dynamic energy into my realm, in perfect synch with others, rewarding me with the wonderful feelings I attracted.

I was careful to watch my thoughts today and keep them supported upward.  Being negative never allows me to fulfill my dreams or handle risk taking.  Rather than resisting intrusions I make the decision to embrace them and redesign the day.  The recapture of energy by not forcing my will on on the clock is abundant.  If, however, I keep repeating I’m too busy and can’t fit anything in, guess what happens:  exactly what I’ve told myself and the world returns what I’ve told it to.  I give the Universe a chance to understand I am communicating to receive positive vibes and outcomes.  It sounds corny yet I was amazed that what I had read about does work perfectly well.

I started off out the door of our building to see my friend Sonny and as I approached the intersection I looked up into the sky to identify a bird flying in slow circles.  Too big to be a crow, I realized it was a baby eagle.   The circles he was making were small, baby circles. Even birds show a respect for the young as they left him alone to practice learning his flight patterns. Adult eagles get verbally blasted and dive-bombed by crows and seagulls in our area but this little guy was left in peace.

I was early to meet Sonny and I remembered a conversation yesterday with one of my very close friends.  They mentioned taking things slow because they did not want to miss a step or mis-step; or worse, make a mis-take as they proceeded along a new path.  I was surprised.  I’m a risk taker so I am impulsive; quite the opposite of this person.  But like the baby eagle, if I think I can fly I will try it.  If I lose a few feathers or make other birds laugh I don’t mind.  I might get a little red in the face but I’m living and alive!!

What if baby birds wouldn’t try to fly because they were afraid of falling or failing.  What if they would only fly if they could form perfect circles.  It’s not in our nature to be perfect; it’s something that is learned and practiced once we leave childhood and compete and work in an ego-based outside world.  A world outside of ourselves where we may have to compensate for shaky self-esteem.  It’s not healthy to thwart ourselves when we can blast off and get to the core of our quest.

I told my friend that holding back didn’t make sense; that it’s ego talking.  Ego that thinks everyone is watching us, waiting for us to make a faux pas, and then ridicule us.  Yet everyone fails their way to success.  Even rocks, as steady as they are, will take a fall at some point in their stony life.  The  last thing we need is to stay in one spot and never move because we’ve let our ego fill our minds with nonsense.

At Art School no one tells you how to do things.  There will be a short talk, and if you’re lucky a demonstration, but no one can do it for you because they don’t have your mind, body , and spirit.  Only you can make the finished work by experimenting.  Marcus Bowcott, my painting teacher says, “You’ve gotta’ break a few eggs to make an omelet!” Go ahead and scramble into something new. Don’t listen to your head, listen to your heart. The heart holds only love:  no fear. Never pull back when the momentum takes you on a roll to a passion for what you were meant to do.

I just tore a week off the calendar and in a sweep of the arm the week was gone.  It woke me up with the thought that every moment must be loved:  have, think, and do only what you love! Be the little eagle who loves to fly.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Reality Tale

Please adopt whatever you need from this journal entry I made late in 2007 and use it as a mantra, a meditation, a chant, a prompt, encouragement, or an affirmation.

"Beauty Radiates from Within"

The tale dances me through the day and elevates me as I sleep pouring new ideas, thoughts, dreams, and images into my creative work.

People stop me to talk, they compliment me, they’re curious about my work.

The public treats me as a celebrity.  They ask my professional opinion.

My fans want to own my work, engage my consulting services; they send me gifts and thank-you’s.

I am able to write fluently.

I design new styles, forms, and images with spirit and vitality.

I paint and draw with passion and emotional strength.

I can think well because I am well and very healthy.

My gratitude is deep and I evolve into a more authentic figure of myself.

I communicate clearly, accept inner challenges, and love deeply.

I swish through difficulties, problem solve without conflict, and increase my patience.

I send out showers of goodness, goodwill and charm.

I’m charitable, compassionate, reliable, open, and joyful.

I embrace the universe as it is, respect it, and understand that my thoughts, deeds, and actions either support or destroy parts of it.  I choose to be supportive.

I trust my vibes and live a six-sensory practice using my intuition as my guide.

I live in the present and use my consciousness wisely and widely.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets