FROM PALEOLITIC ART TO FÅRÖ SEASCAPES

Art is everything - Art is love. Art is life.

Nature is reality - and as I observe and paint the moor at Lauters, Fårö I can see that life is in a subterrain fase - life has retracted down the roots, and transformed to seeds - colors of summer are gone - but life is there, just waiting for next spring.

The forms of nature - the forest, the sky and the open moor - are there to teach me how to see - how to understand the world.

It enables me to see the transformations, if I´m patient and accept the slow rythms of the seasons.

My first fall on the Island.

Art in Your home - Directs Your subconciousness the way you want. It helps you remembering Your forn incarnations, the old forms of protoart, sjamanistic art.

See and feel the powers of man - the duality - the double perspective - always two sides of every coin. His and Her side.

There are the young and old - let art help you discern the diffrences - art brings the symbols into your home - this art speaks to you every day - it´s different ideograms, sent through time.

Art for the wellbeing of man.

Art for the celestial mind of everyday life.

Art for Your spiritual center - Your home.

Art for Your mindful meditation - at home.

As I sit hunched down on the rocks smoothened by the sea for millennia, I consider the larger story of something forgotten. What is it? Is it the Taurid meteor stream? Yes, I think so - when everything changed. When the mega catastrophe struck, the sky fell down. We have forgotten that, the lore does not contain the story - other than like echoes, shadows - in Mahabarata, Veda, Edfu - compared to the rauk, the rocks of Fårö, these stories are like from yesterday. Even the Taurid fell, like the day before yesterday, in a geological time frame.

The rauk is a 440 million year old reef - south of the equator - petrified and during the epochs drifted northwards in the tectonic flow. There are the fossils of creatures colonising this reef - in the warmth of the zenith sun - preserved exactly as they were when they died. Just like the bison in the Niaux cave.

Forms preserved in time.

Little remains to be preserved after the Taurid blast - an impact beyond imagination. Nietzsche would have gone crazy if he knew, also Schrödinger would have had problems with this knowledge. It’s frightening far deeper and more positivistic than everything else. The Escaton.

When no one observes the box with the dead or alive smilodon. When all is destroyed in a sudden blast, followed by a 13 hundred years ice age peak winter and eventually the sudden sea rise of 130 meter and the drowning of all coastlines habitats for humans and animals. The echoes are in all the religious nomenclatures.

There are terrifying changes killing all memories, extinguishing all forms, memories - data - but somewhere, and far away from the impact, behind continents along the equator and in caves we survived.

We are the survivors.

With no memories at all from the giga catastrophe - not even anywhere in nature to see - gone is everything from 12 890 years ago. That’s what I´m thinking about when I paint the beaches of Fårö, the Bay of Lau, beauty, and harmony - absolute opposite to the escaton landscape.

65 million years ago a meteorite struck ending the dinosaur world. That’s another rather resent cataclysm and extinction event, compared to the geological age of the rauk, a part of the once living seafloor - living through hundreds of million years - coming after the original sea bottoms of Cambrian times, when the big step was taken from the one celled organisms to complex species of the oceans.

For billions of years the one cell creatures was all life there was. It was perfect - blue green algae - living out of the sunshine or down at the magma vents in the collision trenches of the oceans - everywhere the cells found living space - deep in the rock - close to hot magma - in all of the oceans the one celled creatures thrived - suddenly everything changes - the cambric explosion of life occurs - to which nobody has an explanation - it just happened - millions of new species popped up from the primordial soup of one celled lifeforms. Colonizing every part of the planet - from pole to pole - meeting the volcanic eruptions and, again, perishing and the Darwinian concept of fitness and survival must be transformed to the survival of the luckiest. You will survive only if you are lucky enough to be in a cave, with your sheep, goats and highland big game, or in an equatorial walley far from the extra-terrestrial impact or super volcanic eruption. Sometimes the both occur simultaneously - and we have an extinction event, when you are even more dependent on luck.

That’s what I´m thinking about when I have the privilege to paint the beaches and rocks of Fårö, in an epoch of tranquillity, of stable conditions and many centuries of good weather.

I´m one of the surviving creatures.

Happy to be alive and find the beauty of Jauvika, Helgumannen, and Norra Gattet.

Tomas Brusell

We come empty handed and we are here to celebrate life.

We are in inner peace - to be able to stay away from agressivity.

We are the artisans, artists and craftsmen of the world.

Salve.

Shalom.

Gå i fred.