REMAPPING
It has been twelve years since Davyd Whaley died.
The number twelve. Twelve marks the completed cycle. Twelve months, twelve hours on the clock face, twelve signs moving through the full zodiac year — it’s the number at which the circle closes. Not thirteen, which is already the next thing, but twelve: the last count before the wheel starts again.
A twelve-year-old stands on a threshold — not yet adolescent, no longer simply a child. If my grief is now that age, it’s exactly the moment when it stops being what it was and doesn’t yet know what it’s becoming.
THE DAVYD WHALEY FOUNDATION AT TEN YEARS
“Make art, buy the art of others, help people whenever possible, and try to grow in consciousness.”
GRIEF AT FIVE YEARS
“There’s something we all know but can’t define. We call it love, we call it God, we call it science, we call it nature, we call it the mystery. It really doesn’t matter what we call it, because it is ineffable. It grows and expands with our consciousness and our willingness to open up to its unfolding depth. But we must open up to all of it, if we are to be conscious, and all of it includes loss.”
THE DAVYD WHALEY FOUNDATION COMPLETES ITS FIRST YEAR
Davyd described himself on Twitter, “Contemporary painter, husband, pet owner & joyful do-gooder.” There are ripples from the great good that Davyd did in his life and I am grateful that the Foundation will continue his legacy.
MEDITATIONS ON THE LIGHT AND THE DARK
“In the last months of his life, Davyd Whaley worked on a remarkable series of paintings, which he called the Sky Series. I have pondered them in the months since his death. They reflect his fascination with light, energy, color, and the deeper reaches of space. In fact I think one might argue that he was already moving away from his connection to this planet. He was moving into the mystery; his preoccupations were no longer with the dense manifestation of matter, but with the ways in which light defines our existence, makes us see objective forms, and the true nature of our very physical presence.”
PILGRIMAGE TO BIG SUR
June 5, 2015 In December of 2013, Davyd Whaley and I drove up to Big Sur on our way to San Francisco. It’s a sparsely populated region of the central
ILLUSION AND TEMPORARY STATES OF BEING
March 15, 2015 I was in Atlanta working for the last five weeks. I just returned home a couple of days ago to a quiet house. Now that I am
EMBRACING SYNCHRONICITY
January 10, 2015 “SYNCHRONICITY was painted at my house, without any memory of painting it. It was painted with enamel house paint and oils on canvas. The title was selected
MONKEY, A PAINTING, AND CHILDREN WHO ARE DIFFERENT
December 21, 2014 Davyd Whaley remains constantly on my mind. I’ve been going through his journals, and studying his paintings to commune with him, and in the process I’ve come
DAVYD WHALEY’S BIRTHDAY 2014
December 6, 2014 Today is Davyd Whaley’s birthday. He would have been 47. The sadness I feel about his loss wraps around me every day, like a cold wind barreling
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