‘Holding Openness’ (Oil painting on canvas by Alan Rayner, 2005). Through the fiery intermediary that both couples and distinguishes inner with outer spaces, life-affirming energy keeps on rolling out its suits of ever-changing diversity.






The Holeyness of the Wood - West and East (oil paintings on canvas by Alan Rayner, 2007)

Two, world's apart
Whose place is together
In common circumference
Of World spinning Story

One, the proud Standard-Bearer
Of light within darkness
An illumination
Of rectangularity
Held stiffly erect
With All in Order

The Other, a haphazard glimmering
Of darkness in light
A chaotic turbulence
Of fluid movement
Of Order in All

Wherein can be found meaning
Of vital significance
A Communion of holes
Each seeking relief
Obscured by the clutter
Of everyday Strife
 
Can we feel those holes
At the heart of souls
Or, must we make Shutters
To freeze the moment
Of objective vision?




‘Landed, Stranded’ (Oil painting on canvas by Alan Rayner, 2004). A reflection upon the evolutionary inversion from aquatic to terrestrial life. 




‘The War of the Pots and Kettles’ (Oil painting on canvas by Alan Rayner, 2004).




‘Recreations’ (Oil painting on canvas, by Alan Rayner, 2004). A playfully spinning wheel of black and white human figures relates in turn with erupting volcano riven with red gold lava streams, floodlit enchanted wood and lily pond cascading into pale reflective sea.




‘The Attractions of Becoming a Host’ (Oil painting on canvas by Alan Rayner, 2004). A mysterious wooded vale between two hills invites Wheatear in Spring to replace Fieldfare departing from Winter, under a day-night sky drawn together by a sun-moon and with Cuckoo and Vampire bat aloft. An ultramarine pool wells out of or into darkness, teaming with streaming parasitic forms but fringed by a crowd of rejoicing daffodils.




channel 5


'Channel Number 5' (Oil painting on canvas by Alan Rayner, 2007). This picture is based on understanding numbers (and all natural flow-forms) as living relational channels, not discrete points on a dead line to infinity. The symbolism is largely based around the words of 'Green Grow the Rushes, O', and shows how when 'One' is not 'All Alone (all one)', 'Two'  (the lily white swans dressed in greenery) is no longer 'binary' opposition and 'Three' is no longer a bone of contention for rivalry between One and Other. Instead, One dynamically includes Other, and the 'Gold (Air), Silver (Water) and Bronze (Earth)' of 'Olympic Sovereignty' is no longer a hierarchical 'order of merit' but a vital Communion of All including All. Moreover, darkness (the blackness of the Fifth and Infinite dimension/channel) is an inclusion of light and no longer 'objectified' as 'Evil' (Evil being a product of excluding Shadow through the attempt to purify Light in the Quest for definitive Knowledge of Right and Wrong; when Shadow is excluded, Love is excluded and 2 become opposites in conflict, not the heart formed from their mirror imaging). This is why we need to love Other as Self, not make an Enemy of It. Love (receptivity) turns One Way to Hate When Excluded, but flows Both ways when included.


Channel Number Five


Come on you Two
Won’t you fuse with us Three
So that we no longer have to be
Rivals?

In an Olympic Golden Sovereignty
Of One on either side of offence
That makes you over
Into binary opposition

An oddly singular couple
Of thrust and counter-thrust
In action and reaction
That denies the even handedness
Of your giving and taking
To and from each
Receptive and responsive influence

A tidal flow that empties
As it fills and fills
As it empties
In a chord with circumstantial need
To keep a breast

In tune with Mother
Who can give
No more than she can provide
If she is to sustain her sustaining
Identity of one in All and all in One
A world with out end
In which none can begin
Without being taken in
Amend




Momentary Clarity

A clarity of recall
In the sound of waterfall
A silence within droplets
That hang upon the sword
Of edgy clamour

On its way to rest
Amongst upright rush
And horizontal lily
With never a cross word
To disturb their repose
In pooled togetherness
Of reflective communion

Instilling peace without time
Pressing upon the spirit
Of one phase in each other
Creating a third note
With a fifth and infinite dimension

Repairing the damage
Of two-faced deception
In that bipolar declaration
Of disorder in community

Here, amongst the gossiping tulip trees
Who swear allegiance
To one word or another
Enabling conflict to bespoken
Over the music of their tears

Now, let’s dance in joyful rhythm
An eightsome real
Of two resurrected to the power of three
Where one is a passage from nowhere

Not an idle momentum
Of dead point certainty
In monumental disregard
Concerning all that flows
Within and throughout
This vibrant tranquillity

Belonging only to a Life
That recalls with clarity
The all through one
And one for all
In corresponding triplicate
Without exception
Or deception