Triangular stars

“Gently close your eyes and feel your phosphenes, when none is there to feel you.”  Naren Yousuf

I’m in my mental laboratory creating magic. You know when you close and rub your eyes and you see beautiful patterns and colours that morph; that is what I have tried to emulate.

What causes these patterns? Phosphenes are the moving visual sensations of stars and patterns we see when we close our eyes. They are thought to be caused by the inherent electrical charges the retina produces even when it is in its “resting state” and not taking in a ton of information and light like it does when our eyes are open.

I  just love the multiple patterns and colours phosphenes produce, with a a little help from our imaginations .

TRIANGULAR STARS

Triangular stars by Bridget Cameron

 

IGNITION

ignited fairy sprites in green macro by Bridget Cameron sme

Fireworks sprites

 

Star Light, Star Bright,

Bring us Magic tonight…

© 2014 Bridget Cameron

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Earth Horizon

This is a new painting I did to go with my poem,

At night, when the sea cradles the womb of the land.

Earth Horizon

 At night, when the sea cradles the womb of the land,
rippling liquid rainbows upon the sand,
I lie back on the dunes and look up at the moon,
moving from horizon to its zenith all too soon.
I hear the hush of the sea, its murmurs and swells,
and hear its rumbling, moving waves crashing like bells.
I feel the earth pulsing beneath me,
I feel the sea moving within me,
As I watch the stars above twinkle,
in a space-time distorted wrinkle,
Upon our Galactic home, Earth,
She is our hearth!

© 2014 Bridget Cameron

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AT NIGHT, WHEN THE SEA CRADLES THE WOMB OF THE LAND

night set sea by Bridget Cameron

At night, when the sea cradles the womb of the land,
rippling liquid rainbows upon the sand,
I lie back on the dunes and look up at the moon,
moving from horizon to its zenith all too soon.
I hear the hush of the sea, its murmurs and swells,
and hear its rumbling, moving waves crashing like bells.
I feel the earth pulsing beneath me,
I feel the sea moving within me,
As I watch the stars above twinkle,
in a space-time distorted wrinkle,
Upon our Galactic home, Earth,
She is our hearth!

© 2014 Bridget Cameron