Mehar Maku
art. music. & soul...
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"This site...
Is in deep gratitude and thanks
To that gentle light within us all.
That quiet, curious feeling
We somehow know
That delicate joy
bubbling somewhere from our being
...that never really leaves us
Sometimes still and alone,
Sometimes wild & free
...yet happy & at peace in itself
Thank you to all"
Mehar
Acknowledgement to the Land
""I acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of this Land,
Caretakers of the Country on which I live, nurture, share, & play.
I acknowledge their continuing connection to the earth, sea and community.
I pay my respects to the Bundjalung people, their culture, their Elders,
Community leaders past, present and emerging.
I give deep thanks and gratitude to this sacred ground I am a visitor and guest upon.
Acknowledgement to the Earth
I am empowered and enheartened by the continued connection, care, support and love shared between
All Peoples and All Beings of this beautiful and precious Earth and Beyond,
And I give deep thanks and gratitude to all beings, their creative heartfelt brilliance, and the natural environments, plants, animals, water, air, fire, ground, and unseen energies of light and love,
that supports, holds and cares for us all."
Mehar Maku
Art
Original art by Mehar
Life After the Fire
A Rose is a Rose
'Temple of the Hawks'
by Mehar
Mehar's Buried Art Collection
"I enjoy creating art from things mostly not perfect. Maybe buried, burnt, stained, weathered, rusty or sometimes slightly broken ...a bit like me.
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I like to first sometimes bury my art canvases or paper for a time, in the rich deep ochre red volcanic soil of this land, that was thrown eons ago from the volcanic core of Wollumbin (Mt Warning) NSW Australia, nearby. The earth stains, lines and natural marks this creates become the foundation and guides to what I draw or then paint. In a way I am lazy, and get Mother Earth to do most of the work and design, and then I simply colour in from there.
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As a child, I first found I could draw simple cartoons, like Snoopy, and felt a sense of joy, wonder, even empowerment within this world I could magically make, change and somehow choose to create.
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From as long as I can recall, I have seen shapes and images in the world around me, mostly hidden in things, like the bark of a tree, patterns on a wall, or within the moss or lichen growing upon a rock.
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My art mostly comes from a silent place where I have forgotten to be there, and I simply enjoy following what's seen, tracing, and sometimes filling the lines of images that appear with colour.​
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I am always amazed and humbled to where this takes me, and what comes of this.
...and forever truly Grateful."
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Mehar
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Music
Original music by Mehar
Music Video
Lovers Cry
Lovers Cry was written in my teens when I was wondering of love and imagining of being with another.
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It was the first song I wrote.
It came simply and with little effort.
I would like to claim authorship, but I feel it was born from something beyond me...a longing somehow spoken.
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Recorded at Rockinghorse Studios, Byron Bay, Australia
"I tried to have guitar lessons in my teens & 'learn music' & failed.
Then, out of frustration asked to be shown how to play one song....
'The Needle & the Damage Done' by Neil Young
....something I wanted to play at the time
I practised & practiced &something changed...
I still can't play this song well....but
I then let myself be, make mistakes, experiment with simple chords,
& wonderous things happened.
From just allowing, new sounds appeared, my guitar also became a drum,
& music came &words sometimes followed.
From where?...I have no idea, but I am forever grateful they did...
for the Joy, Comfort & Healing they have given me
Is beyond all I could even imagine
& continues thankfully to this day... "
Mehar
Soul
Original Soul by Mehar
"I went to 'find myself' in my early twenties
& 'found' myself on a beach in Goa, India,...
wondering what it meant in the scheme of things,
...that a cow was sitting on my guitar.
Like a dog would sit. On it's bottom.
After trying unsucessfully to get it off,
I finally surrendered and sat there with it,
watching my guitar slowly sink further and further into the sand.
... and I waited...and waited...
...and soon relaxed...and may have even fallen asleep.
The cow finally did get off, and wondered happily away.
The guitar was fine,
and I was, thankfully, very amused..."
Mehar
The Sacred Cow That Sat on My Guitar
by Mehar
(...unfinished and unfortunately/fortunately lost in a fire...of my own making)
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