The elephants

Nicole Page-Smith, Heaven sketchbooks

The elephants

Sailing the seven seas, the seven heavens and mystically going through the sky, Ganesha. Elephants trespassed through. Riding mice is a pastime, but the mouse.

Mice ride with Ganesha on their back but Elephants ride the seven heavens and trumpet in the jungle, said the mouse. Elephants squeaking, grunting and trumpeting speak of the sea. Cats and dogs talking are one thing they have an earth to consider but the heavens show you. Zodiacs, gods and the mountains have other stars with celestial mapping like a guide. We view the stars as though telescopes were in the back of our head taking you onwards and upwards as if to a rook and a craggy rock, for the birds to nest. Mountains become us as if we were rock but are star to reflect, do we glitter in the starlight? Yes, said the birds on craggy mountain who sleep at night rather than gaze at the stars. Stargazing we said is our pastime. Angels fly out of mountains only to land on the ground, they said, humans reflect a mythology.

Cats speak to you in their own language and a meow. Curling all around you as you walk, talking, speaking and meowing, so much, you wonder what god has them say. Cats communicate all day and sit their meditating as though cats of the Nile still hear them and the Sphinx is their home. Rubbing and stretching, talking and catching up, they treat you like a long, lost friend. Dogs just bark. 

Speaking, happily, talking and getting exited with your friendship, dogs, speak to another god. However, sleep the unconscious reflection of dream speaks of a heaven. The seven heavens and the sevens seas, Lord Ganesha said is the mystical pathway of elephants not that elephants need reminding of the memory. Elephants.

Birds fly out of trees. Trees immobile, trees blowing along with the wind. Leaves falling and having fallen all over the ground, get blown, stirred up and rattle along the street, leaves falling. Birds flitter around your head getting insects, birds, so emotional, appear to carry your emotions under wing. Flittering joyously and through the sky, birds reflect god and angels so, heaven is their mission but, only by the feather. Flight flutters down with the birds and feathers dropping to the ground. Birds speak the language of angels.

Traversing with the elephants.

By Nicole Page-Smith  

Elephants, traverse

Nicole Page-Smith, Heaven sketchbooks 

Elephants, traverse

Said the Elephant to the mouse: You are needed.

The Elephant then, jumped on the mouse's back and carried on.

Said the tree. Now trees speak a language of trees and they are there for the birds. Birds fly and sing their song but the song of the trees is different. Trees are for the wind so they say and blow to extend themselves and stretch their limbs to the answer of the sun and the water curling up their trunks. Oh, the roots. Roots tend to talk about gnarled things and grow above the earth, shooting down and then, across. Firmly placed and in fact rooted to the spot, tree roots are earthly focused. 

The water table you would imagine would speak of the Nile.

Sleeping a long while in the sand the Sphinx said, was a pastime. Sleeping and silent, whole gods of sleep. Gods of sleep and dreaming of sand, Medusa may spring out of the sand. Heads are often known to release flight. Angels from Heaven. Wolves and beasts of old museums, speak to you of passing journeys and highwaymen of the night, this could be simply an illusion said the cat, out there at night while sculpture glows in the moonlight. Your imagination, the Elephant said. 

Hypnos flies down to brush your forehead with sleep. The tip of the wing. Winged sleep. Elephants have a good memory. Constellations of sleep have us dream a sleep and we fly up above to the place of sleep, our dreams take us to heaven. The unconscious is the place where philosophers reside. The dream includes the constellations. Hypnos speaks to your dreams. The language of the feathery need is like the feathery eiderdown or dream. We speak the language of birds.

Twittering away, we speak. Angels are in heaven but we dream. We dream. We dream. We dream. To take us to the angels. Dreaming you go to the place with the angels. We are philosophers and they sleep our sleep. Sleeping with angels takes us to the unconscious, an intuition. Dreaming, Elephants they provide the gallop, herding, running, they stampede over the stars at night, a mystical traverse across the sky. Elephants said, they can be heard in the early morning, squeaking, chirping then, roaring their trumpet. As the roar is heard vaguely in the distance the new day dawns. The sun. Rising with the trees and the birds, stars go back to sleep, while elephants meditate on a new day. Elephants awake, said the mouse, squeaking. We ride the Elephants, the philosopher said. The mouse is sacred to the Elephant headed god, Ganesha said, talking to the seven heavens. Heavens wake our dream. Awake Elephants from your sleep and trumpet. Speak of the light and dream. 

Elephants, traverse, heaven and mystically take us to the stars at night. The seventh heaven, said the mouse. Speaking the language of the stars, reflection was noticed. On the ground, squirming lines annotated star patterns, they inform our every need. Twinkling away at night, while we sleep, you would not think we were being informed. Communicating away, elephants know our language and hold our memory as if it were their own. Speaking the language of mythological beings, monsters and god, elephants speak with trumpeting to be heard in the jungle. Pegasus flew out of Medusa's head and the Centaur galloped away, cats and hybrid snakes, slithered, or barked and quacked like a duck. All evening they speak to the stars talking via the gods. Anubis the great protector. The seven heavens and the seven seas. Oh, Ganesha.

The energy of the cosmos

Nicole Page-Smith

The energy of the cosmos

Elephants are in the sky but the constellations. Trees speak. Tree speak is the angels. Trees are a name for the heavens on the ground. Trees reflect starlight and we are one with the tree name in heaven. Heavens are for the elephants. 

Elephants ride the cosmos with their mystical star path, across the sky. They spray the water on the ground, to cool themselves, elephants ride in herds. Spraying water over themselves takes you to the cooling, elephants ride the cosmos because it is milky. The milky heavens are their milk oh, Lord Ganesha.

The cosmos equals the tree. Trees grow and are formed by the cosmos. Earthly roots dig deep. The cosmos shows the stars at night and slowly turns the clock as they are visible overhead and the leaves and tree branches ache and bend and move with the gusts of wind. Blustery, wind, rattles the roof but up above in the cosmos of gods, heavens, where, stars twinkle away, the writings of the heavens have to be received, trees write their message on the ground with autumn leaves and they blow and gather around. You would think the eons of stars communicating back and forth to earth like a satellite dish, we would understand. Galloping with the trees in mind as if in a forest of trees, we ride wild beasts. Chimera would be orange, green or purple, with a goat's head. 

Lions, cats and sphinxes with human heads, could be pink and blues, walking on hind legs or amongst the forest leaves. Galloping up amongst the constellations at night, to blue and pink, we dream another dream. Feathered beings are angels. God and monsters, travel the earth. You would not know the realms gods frequent, although, Earth is their home. The home, the hearth and the health, knows cats. Cats absorb the energy of the cosmos, communicating away, talking to god, cats and other gods. Angels know a better feathery home in heaven but mythological. 

Elephants, traverse.

By

Nicole Page-Smith

Birds

Melbourne, Australia

Heaven is full of birds

Trees have leaves,

The leaves fall,

To the ground.

Deafening, birds flew, all around, darting, aloud, flying. Hearing wings, screeching, chirping, birds but darting flittering and catching glimpses of brightly coloured, wings. Angels in the sunlight would appear less. Appearing and disappearing. Fluttering-down-to-the-ground. Feathers would know a better home.

On the ground and up trees buzzing in the sunlight, bugs would find shelter with smaller crawling friends. All manner of smaller creatures, legged, winged and insect. Flying, sitting, squatting and being made food, gobbled up by birds. Birds flying out of heaven and the trees. Although, white, resplendent, and a heaven for the birds, no humans inhabited, the island of the big white bug. Cyclopedia, monsters would know a better home, one eyed, monstrous and enormous. Bugs and beetles.

Galloping over the starry sky are Bellerophon. Sons of Medusa. And springing from her head. Flew. Heaven is full of birds but when horses fly, you would think you had a vivid imagination, horses grow wings to fly. Feathered they may have been and for good reason, the immortal soul flies.

Galloping west not right, you would not think Centaurus would frequent the ground.

Stars would reach.

Pegasus.

Golden cats, a silvery need. Snaking across the sky at night tell you. We are left in wonderment but the stars are our message. Telling us everything we need to know, all that is now. The stars are our understanding. If only we could read the stars. 

To reach for the stars, cosmologically, is to think of possibility. Lord Ganesha, clear my pathway. The pathway full of green leafed trees equals a future and birds sing, there. Stars are to be obtained along with dreams. Green are pathways of dreams. Of turf and earth so dreary, the earth may be for dreams, but pathways are forward and stars come out at night. We dream to dream of stars so sometime before heaven is born, we follow the pathway of birds. Birds look so happy in the sky gliding and singing their song. The trees travel heavenward. The reminder. Green, oh green, are thee. Leaves fall to the ground.

We walk over leaves, in Autumn. Big lumber trees need to be moved by elephants. Pathways through the forest clear the way. Elephants. The Holy Spirit is entwined. Clearing the stars at night, the gods will show you another universe. Lord Ganesha triumphantly blesses the sky, spraying water but you ride the sky and the stars. Zodiacs and the seven seas, the cosmic energy, we ride the seven heavens, our belly is full. Snaky, curly, energy like the tusks of elephants, grow, we curl. The energy of the cosmos.

By 

Nicole Page-Smith

Heaven is full of birds

Nicole Page-Smith

Heaven is full of birds

The fire of the universe is our existence. We come from the fire of the universe and like a fire creates. If you think of fire burning logs in the fireplace, you would only understand the heat created but the destruction of the logs, they burn and turn to ash. Fire can also be the form of a source of light as well as heat. The universe has properties like the Sun burns gases but Mercury is our fire planet. Fire in the universe is quite common and properties of fire. Fire in the general sense of fire in the fireplace does equal our existence. The immortality of the soul is our existence. So, if you think about the fire burning this could explain soul but only vaguely. The source of all life is the soul and it burns inside us like a flame. The spirit on the other hand goes to the fiery realms of heaven. Combustion of the soul or the very making of the soul is the work of god along with the creation of the universe. Cells of the human body do all have similar structures to fire being created and almost burn along to die. Cells replace themselves. Human organs could explain more about combustion than a cellular level understanding of the body. Single cells explain as much but if we could expand our view to the organs of the body. We feel the fire of the universe inside all the organs of the body as all cells and an expanded view includes the organs. A further expansion of the universe would include your whole body. To live you feel warmth and heat in your body. The destruction of the body as the body lives is our mortality. We are the fire.    

Fire, we are. The universe is our very existence in its combustion we are almost spewed up out of a long history of combustion like a volcano. A volcano could describe how combustion works. We are a result of the universe, its fire. Fire and the universe are what human beings are made from, they are made from god and the universe.  The universe and its fire, is created like human beings and this is why we know god. Cosmologically, combustion and the universe, is why we know the fire. The fire of the universe is our heart and everything our heart warms to is the universe. Your universe then, is your life and how could this be? If you think of your world and what it contains, this is your universe. Cats and their friendship could equal your life. You do not have to live alone to have the friendship of cats. Cats are the fire of the heart but you may just be their warm lap. Cats only understand our behavioural patterns. The universe is similar to cats and behaves accordingly. Combustion, heating and cooling is like the fireplace or equals the fire. Our fiery universe including the planets and the stars has divine reflection, behaving like a mirror. We are echoed back through all the stars to equal the combustion. Mercury. God is like all philosophy and the immortality of the soul, the fire. An equation including variables does equate. 

We are the fire. In divine reflection. If you reverse the fire what do we get? Not cinder nor ash. The fire equals a human being, we burn. Heated, the candle is lit. The burning flame of the soul is our fire. Burning we are alighted by the Lord. We are born. We were born to live the life. The life is the life we lead. We lead the life. Living the life, we lead, we are god in divine reflection. The divine reflection in the mirror is our fire. Fire is the gold wing of the bird and the bird is the fire. Gold is our union with god and the union is golden. We are for we live and we live the life. The life we lead is the life. One life is three in the Lord. One in three we are one, one Lord. The spirit is the bird that flies to Heaven. Heaven is full of birds. 

By 

Nicole Page-Smith

Divine reflection

Nicole Page-Smith

Divine reflection

If we were the fire of the universe, angels would take us to a polyhedron. The gold. Golden we are in need of god and of blood. You could not expect angels to be human, they are not. Angels are in all cats it seems but perhaps I am biased. Stars twinkle away at us from where ever they may reside in the universe and the fire. The fiery universe in the stars takes us to the structures in the universe we know in our blood. The fire describes our divine need for god. Angels are as the planet Mercury said, the fire. Now getting back to polyhedrons, our structure, we may have understanding in divine reflection. Angels.

Angels are our worth. The structures of the universe could be the key to what we need to know, the honey. If, for example, we could think about the honeycomb. Honey and honeycomb have medicinal properties but as a structure is similar to the fire. The fire of the universe can equal the stars. We are like stars as a structure but, as stars are in the sky at night, we probably have limited understanding of how we could equal a star. We are like stars and the matter of the universe is similar but goes through chemical changes entering our atmosphere similar to the chemical changes on Earth. Oxygen is formed by plants breathing and the sea. Chemical reactions cause almost everything we know both good and bad, they call this the physics. Physics can apply to the fire and it is the fire of the universe. We need to know why we are suffering, living or going to die and so forth, our mortality. Our mortality is the immortal god part of our soul and without a spirit or a soul, you die. Oh, the fire. Why we are here and why we exist at all is planetary. Existence then, would be fair to say is from a planetary need. God is all the planets but the mortality of the soul is the fire. If we new the structure of disease, we could find the cure. Why we exist at all is an anomaly and in due understanding of physics, we should not exist at all, it does not make a lot of sense. We are on the collision course of meteorites they probably did create all we know about Earth and are probably the reason why we have not been destroyed yet. The gravitational pull of the Earth would divert most meteorites. We almost do not know what is in store for us, although all information is inside every particle of our body, every reason for existence and the failures of the universe. We do not know how to equate the failures of the universe because we are mortal and are going to die. We did die as a species of human several millions of years ago. Therefore, we are in divine reflection of ourselves. The divine reflection is the fire, why we exist.

Angels have another need

Nicole Page-Smith

Angels have another need

Curly sculptures followed my star path, universes and universes away from Europe following the Milky Way back through Eastern philosophy to my part of the globe. Transcribing the stars into sculptural patterns and drawings onto a page is no fair task. Angels could walk with the gods in and amongst us, feeling you see what everybody else saw who looked at the sea, the mountains or landscape and sat amongst the stars or the moon at night. Trees could tell you a story with the birds. Are we all too human on the land of clouds, mountains and the sea? The forests could tell you a story with the leaves blowing in the wind. Oh, the wind, blow away all past ghosts. Leaves rattling along fallen off trees in autumn could explain as much. Leaves, leaves on trees, leaves of books, turning the leaves of pages, I write. Communicating to my cosmos and none other, holy scripture contacted the seven eyes of the Lord. We are here as a divine reflection.

Reflecting is the divine reflection of god. Angels frequent. Gardens are only a reflection of the clouds, angels live there. We only see their need. In the garden. The garden series followed, with angels on the backs of deer amongst garden plants somewhere in outer-space or an unknown place in heaven called Earth. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending how you see it, the matter of earth is the same as outer-space. We are formed because of all of the activity in space it's a planetary need. Needing planets, we are formed. The need of Earth was god's idea we just had our say. You could not imagine we fell to Earth but did not, unfortunately, we were already here. Plants form around our energy and sort of bend or are formed. The deer fell apart. Flesh and bone, grows, upon you like flesh and bone but also disintegrates not like death at all, in the same way in a reversal of time. We are almost mortal from time moving backwards and forwards. Golden deer frequent the garden.

The gardening stopped with the sculpture project not that they were projects for the garden. Casting was something, I inquired about but perhaps living by the sea, bronze could rust. Angels have another need.

By 

Nicole Page-Smith

Dances some more

Nicole Page-Smith 

Dances some more

London, TV and cameras, I had only seen third rate comedy, England on the BBC. Oodles of nature videos, yes, Mother Nature on the TV. David Attenborough and the Albatross colony, New Zealand was introduced. I had heard about Dunedin (New Zealand) at primary school, ontology, ornithology and birds. The birds of a feather seem to flock together, especially in larger groups and towns. London seemed strange with the same species of plants and birds formed strangely and differently. Wild trees, in parks and the birds appeared more streamlined, the squirrels were not always polite. Parks and nature. Parks full of animals and exotic birds, bunny rabbits. Flocks of people like wild birds, madly running and cueing. Thousands of people, Oxford Street, no social distancing but what a distance to get to London. Rome. 

Art every day and more than the everyday art. We visited almost every museum. You would think life would be different everywhere as cultures, places and people are but returning to New Zealand or home, it was like sharpening the pencil. Focus and focused on my work, stylising and styled, I felt I was going back to a more stylised, sixties influence. The swinging sixties, London and the Beatles. Just imagine, we all live in a yellow submarine. Ducks and lucky ducks we were to go there, yellow and black, sculptures were to follow the drawings, ducklings of another breed. We float off on the pond. 

Sculpting, drawing and travelling through Germany, more figurative sculptures followed. Ancient Greek and Roman, themes, Sirens, Sphinxes and Daphne from mythological stories. Most of reading of mythology or Ancient literature did occur in Australia, Homer and Virgil, Dante and Milton. The Germans are big on ancient culture, too. Several collections include either ancient sculptures or the continuing themes of mythology and the gods. Why were the gods called to the fore? Close to Italy we went down through several places to see the similar ancient, gods, the stars, planets and patron Saints describe. Were you born under the star? Star and ancient Christian Saints or stories similar to the bible, a similar literature told a story. Catching up on all my sculpture referred to was interesting. Themes in the library and scholarly research of books, American or English university fodder but the basis of interesting exhibitions. The Italians try and explain their culture to you and although you may have to be Italian to ultimately understand, they have you painting the Tiepolo on the lounge room ceiling or the Michelangelo. Temples are our worth.

Dancing, hopping and skipping throughout Europe, I returned again and again to sculpture projects, drawing, then, writing and painting. Europe and England are so stimulating, several years work can follow one trip. Saints and their tortured, martyrdom was such a common subject of paintings on the wall you wondered what could have generated their veins. Saints looking so longingly, skyward, with such pain in their eyes, hung, drawn and quartered, left in the town centre, or outskirts of town, hanging on trees. Christian martyrs. The armour and sometimes museum tickets included both collections so spikey and evil looking, armour. War breeds creepy parts of the psyche into depressed war-torn societies. Saints are surrounded by sinners, angels and demons. People breed their own fair demons, hellbent and weird under pressure, social degradation or societies, needs. Some nations are just plain bloodthirsty. A beatific vision, dances some more. 

Angels

Nicole Page-Smith

Angels

Fly through the air like birds. Angels are birds in the trees, flying. Flying with the angels we feel are already their tree, and their tree is firmly rooted to the ground. Angels predominately are not seen to fly. Flying and angels take you past flying. The clouds. Clouds are flying with them but angels frequent the earth. Earth and angels. Earth angels fly. Angels fly out of the earth at night and go mystically along their star path, hook a right then travel to heaven. Angels walk on feet and fly all around us we do not see them, cats see them at night, with infrared eyes.

Leaves and trees bare their angel name.

Flowers of another worth could do the same. Flowers. 

Oh, angels. Usually have cat names. Angels move to and fro for very specific purpose, unknown to us. We are not angels or even their worth. Angels describe their worth.

Describing your worth could be a difficult task. One feels one is, for humans and humans alike. So, if you ask the cat what you are worth, they will look at your lap, their bed and close their eyes. Are you worth their love? Cats keep you company and speak your language. Looking out at the hills with the light hitting certain spots in pools of light you feel the place is fantastical and not of this world. Enchanted by something supernatural cats only tend to speak to their own. You imagine them talking to other cats and honing the neighbourhood looking for cats. Voices start telling you of the towns concern but maybe you just imagined it via the angels. Ghosts seem to curl all around the leaves, talking and spinning in whirlpools like some other kind of entity.

Walking along, one day, seeing an illuminated hill, in a break in the clouds, I thought god was showing the spot as your wildest imagination takes you, for my sculptures to reside on a nearby hill. The cosmography of ideas. I thought god must be joking with me giving me the indication of the stars to be communicated on the ground in big, fantastical, monsters, gods and any reference I could obtain from the library. Other cultures were given visions before, of the end of the world but maybe their world ended. We are here in a beginning time to refer to the planets and the starry lineup. Worlds ended, whole cultures and treasure was found at the bottom of the sea only to wash ashore. People had to leave, leave in a hurry or simply met rough seas. Empires tumbled and were found like whole cities in the ocean. Oceans rising.

Drawing, sculpting, digging images out of sacks and concrete. Sewing up concrete and sacking. Sculpting in stone was challenging, hard work, labour intensive but digging out fossils with sediment rock from the bottom of the sea. Digging out images with steel and concrete, floppy, messy and images created themselves out of the sacking. The concrete animals and forms led to animals formed, monstrous gods and the sea, they galloped over stars at night reflecting the water, reflecting in dreams. Materialised. In reflection of the water, the mountains created themselves, reflecting the zodiacs, star patters and the planets, comets of another name, then, London came. We were drawing, left-handed. Months went by.

Angels walk on feet

Nicole Page-Smith

Angels walk on feet

Water, oh water and water, is my breath. Breathing. Breathing water, I walk quietly from the depths, breathing. Did we crawl out of the ocean? You feel maybe seaweed logged and a little slimy we may have ascended from the depths to gain breath. If we were in meteorites we could emerge like fossils from the ocean, whole skeletons like woolly mammoths from the ground. We could walk the earth again if we were to breathe water.

Breathing water, we breathe the substance plankton releases in photosynthesising, oxygen but, maybe one day we will emerge like whales and walk the earth or frequent the sea. If the seas are rising will god turn us into sea creatures able to swim and survive the sea? Breathing, blue water, we see the watery reflection of shimmering fish in the sea. Water gives reflection with the light, shining on and through the water to the plankton and plant life of the sea. Back on land you could imagine walking not on water but on land. Maybe we could frequent the air like birds and the angels if given wings to glide on the air pockets and frequent the clouds. We breathe and oxygen is something we need. Glimmering with small flocks of goldfinches flittering about we notice light and like schools of fish some brief momentary glimpse of god, movement and light. We breathe blue water.

Blue water, we breathe, coming out of the ocean like green, dank, seaweed, we surfaced with the penguins onto the rock. Rocks and the sea, we came to shore. Rolling in with sea lions, tangled in seaweed all green, we grew of the ocean. Oceans and oceans green with envy like ivy curled around and green, barnacle laden and emerged from the depths of the ocean, we arrived. Then, walked upon the shore, ran, climbed over the sand dunes, up the cliffs and hung on, to cliff faces like shags on a rock. We grew wings and gently unfolding them began to fly. Gliding over the oceans we found land, to settle on green islands, with many a species of bird. Plants walked like people and some birds had big, enormous, feet. Although a little strange and noisy amongst birds and shuffling plants, the islands were quite peaceful to inhabit. Angels walk on feet. 

By Nicole Page-Smith