Wednesday, August 31, 2011

"The Inner Eye"

The Inner Eye

Awakening Self

Continually changing as it evolves in the delight of every new moment

~ The Inner Eye ~

Oil on canvas 36 x 48, 1980
Private Collection of Hazel Westwood
Victoria Island BC

Great Pyramids of Giza

The Inner Eye

Work on The Inner Eye came from a meditation on the Kundalini, the Awakening Self.

On the night my father passed I had a dream about the Lost City of Atlantis falling into the ocean.

I was there when the ancient ones fount Egypt.
The God Horus appeared in a crystal pyramid of the palest green peridot while directing the elders to the new land.

When I awoke the vision of  Inner Eye was forever planted in the centre of my forehead.

~ King ~

Oil on Masonite  25 x 36, 1982
Private Collection of Brye Briggs
Oshawa Ontario

In 1982 I had another dream where I had met myself during an initiation of the Ancient Ones.

Cleansed from head to foot was I, the young girl with the dark hair ~ in love with the 
memory of patchouli oil.

Light of the full moon shone its ray through the inner passage of Great Pyramid.





Most handsome


Prepared and Cleansed as I was He 

For this very moment


Bare w
e were


Humbled in our Existence

He trembled  ~  I trembled

Senses all




Was no more

Enter each other we did

Equally beautiful

My male ~ his female

Complete Conscious Being 


God Divine



Full Fold

~* Within *~


~* Existence *~

Prime Reality





\X  X `~A~` X X/ 

Whole Worth of Life 
Z/ Z/ `*Z/*` Z/ Z/



For all of Eternity




I asked Father


HE Said


















~ My Egypt ~

Oil on canvas 24  x  24, 1982
Private Collection of John Manning
Curtis Ontario

The very haunting image of the above oasis came from a dream that forever pleasantly filters through the conscious mind.  There are days while walking planet earth that an overwhelming sense of homesick euphoria fills that waking moment.

What remain are enchanting memories of days gone and those yet to come that are full of images of fantasy and wonder of a brighter life and another time.

Every once in awhile one can catch a glimpse of the self looking back through a great void and wondering why things happen the way that they do on that dark night of a soul?  

Look back? Yes indeed, look back ~ but for only a quick glance, mindful of a lesson learned, then set that memory free forever. When you catch that thought again, look  ~*then*\~~~ eagerly ahead to all the wonders yet to unfold in this lifetime.

It seems a brighter essence when one is lost in the healing of timeless moment.

~ Pyramid and Rock ~

Bronze casting, lost wax process
 11" H, 8.5" W, 9" D


Artist Proof

Timeless Expression by Maguire

 ~ Family Scarab ~

 Oil on Masonite, 16.5  x  15  x  4  1982
Private Collection of Brye and Leah Briggs
Oshawa Ontario

The Scarab

The Scarab was used as a symbol to produce jewelry mainly rings and bracelets for Egyptian Kings to place on the servers of their households.

Should a slave be hurt or lost the color or type of the stone would stand as testament to all under his kingdom that the bearer of the Scarab indeed did belong to his household.  Receiving the Scarab insured that the message was surely from the Royal Chamber.  

Great Honor bestowed to the bearer of the Kings Ring.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Creation of Earthen Man

Earthen Man

A work in Progress

~ Imelda FB Maguire ~

Pondering message from the universe
 Timeless Expression by Maguire Studio ~ 2011

Earthen Man
April 1 ~ 2011


 The First Stroke

Earthen Man soaring free

On passion wing

Rest awhile in the palm of Grace

Heart open wide

Full of joy

Enter New Earth clean and fresh

Upon a crystal breath

Witness the birth of Forever Free

On the swing of Heaven’s Gate

Where all souls are equal

















~ Earthen Man ~

Left to right; Sunny Dhillon, Imelda Maguire, Brye Briggs November 22, 2011

Installation and Presentation of Earthen Man
Total Rehab Clinic, Ajax Ontario

Private Collection of Sunny Dhillon
Ajax Ontario

Earthen Man is Presented to Sunny Dhillon
In humble Gratitude
For his generous gift of unconditional caring Love
Delivered through hands of Compassion
Grandest of Grace
to his fellow man

Earthen Man
Sunny Dhillon

Sunny and Brye have been friends since grade school, they were also mates playing on the same All Star Turrel Soccer League through their High School years.  The two young men went off to University and then on to define their lives, always remaining friends.

Sunny became a chiropractor, he knew that Brye had a troubled leg from a sport accident in his first year of University where he was headed in the tummy resulting in the loss of his spleen and  deep vein thrombosis, impairing Brye for the rest of his life with a very temperamental swollen leg that holds him at continual great risk for a recurring blood clot.
Throughout the following years; being concerned for Brye's optimal health, Sunny began to treat Brye's troubled leg without ever taking so much as a dime from Brye for his personal attention and professional care that he administered to Brye. 

When Sunny opened his new clinic Total Rehab, Brye shared with me that he wanted very much to thank Sunny for all the years of his support. 

Together Brye and I began to envision a painting for Sunny to hang on the wall of his new clinic.  Earthen Man is the result of that conversation between a mother and a son who surely are very grateful to Sunny for sharing himself so generously for his special gift to a friend in need.

It was indeed with great honor and joy to be there with Brye to present and instal Earthen Man on the wall of Sunny's new clinic.

Compassion and Grace witnessed in another, indeed inspires us all.

Thank You Sunny

Earthen Man
Monica Cotton

During the work of Earthen Man, beautiful virtuoso soprano Monica Cotton lived across the hall from the Timeless Expression Studio with her husband Kent, two young sons, two beautiful daughters and their wee friend Tybalt the cat.

Heavenly it was to be working away to the sweet voice of an angel echoing through the old walls, down the four flights of spiral stairs, through the building and out onto the street. 

During the last evening of March 2011, while lost in the attempt to define human anatomy for the work on Earthen Man, I  became aware of a grand commotion going on outside the studio door.  Something compelled me to have a look out into the hall to check out what was going on...  I opened the door; the hallway outside the studio was full of emergency people and police along with the two boys and Kent who all stood there in striking shock.

 Monica had been nursing a cold and flu which within a week had taken her life.  Her passing was at 2:00 am, April 01, 2011 while I was working on Earthen Man.

Nothing will ever express the tidal wave that shook the very soul of us all.

When my head finally did hit the pillow which was the next night, I had a dream;

Monica was sending me an SOS from Heaven.

How can I say that you might ask?

Well you see,  I had shared with Monica that my father was an Irish Tenor and that my favorite memory of my Papa is him singing the Ave. Maria while he worked away in his little shop fixing radios and tube televisions.  He sang so beautifully until tears would stream down his face.  All who listened to Papa sing were spellbound.

When Monica taught music lessons across the hall in their family suite, she would warm up for her students with the Ave. Maria just for me, knowing full well that I would be listening, with tears running down my face, her heavenly voice would bring my Papa close to my heart.

Monica, Kent and the boys loved coming over to watch the progress of the painting, so you see, how can this SOS not always be with Earthen Man?

Compelled I am to reply to Monica... message received! 

The following Love Letter from Heaven is Monica's SOS to her family who love her so dearly which she sang to me in my dream that night after her passing.

Love Letter from Heaven

April 01, 2011

Love is everywhere


The strongest heart being so brave as to weep
 Healing tear
In this Heavenly moment

So full of life

The beauty of Joy
Kissed the lip of Passion

One could not dare but to surrender to delight
Lest the dark arrive

Peace                               Peace                             Peace

Home now on the Breath
Here at the foot of Heaven's Gate
Inside the softness of an Angel

The joyous dance of Passion and Grace is surely in the air


The Indescribable Face of God

Heaven ~

Listen Closely To The Whisper

Tender is the one to wipe away fear

Shimmer does purple hue 

Still aglow in the silent of night

Humble are we all

In the Divine Presence of God

Echo of a distant realm

Hold sacred oblivion beyond a golden peak

Hidden between the dark of cloud

Softly touched by Creators hand

Heart is lost in a world of illusion and time

Sweet breathless word of Divine

Hold the darkness of night

Listen closely to their whisper

Dear Monica

  Your sweet voice echoes within the walls of Old Alger

So missed by all you truly are, yet never too far from the heart.