Everything seemingly happening is unknown aliveness. From the unknown what seems to happen is paint expressing on canvas, charcoal caressing paper, bronze forming to reveal a sculpture, and words shaping a poem. This is exquisite, yet also normal, nothing special. What seems like something is nothing appearing as this. This seems to be created by someone with a name, yet no one has created this. There is no owner of what cannot be owned, named, or understood. Freedom seems like a painting, a person, a tree, and the air breathed in. Pure emptiness happening as this.
Yvette Swan expresses through bold paintings a response to freedom, to life. Unconditional freedom is completely unknown, free, boundless, empty, full, nothing, and everything. “Nothing”, not as something to be discarded, but rather the empty fullness of this unknown aliveness. This appears as paintings.
Yvette lives in Sydney. She graduated with a Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree from the University of NSW, College of Fine Arts. She has worked in the film and photographic industries. Since 2000 she became a professional artist and has had over 50 solo and group exhibitions, including the Wynne Landscape Prize at AGNSW, Metro Prize, Fleurieu Peninsula Biennale Prize, and the Art Series Leeuwin Estate Collection. Yvette's work has been part of art consultancy projects, art expos, art prizes, and commissioned works for corporate, design, and private clients. Yvette's paintings are included in the book “Unfinished Journeys” by Ken McGregor. Her paintings belong to private and public collections. Yvette also creates through writing. She has worked within the awareness and therapy areas.
The story of Yvette is a story. The story of a person's life is simply an energetic story, a story of "someone" who seems to do this and that. Simply freedom seeming to be a person. Consciousness/ awareness/ spirituality is a story of someone who seems to have the choice to become free through processes, practices, formulas, and knowing. Yet this, everything, is already free as it is, even if it plays out as pleasure, pain, challenging or easier circumstances. There are not two, there is not someone who can love themselves. This is simply a story, it is the dream. No awareness or process can make this any freer than it is, even if what is experienced is seeming freedom or limitation. There is no-one who can know unconditional love. The one experiencing this is the dream, the story, the separation. A dance between someone and no-one seems to happen or seemingly disappears completely. Simply nothing/freedom freely happening as whatever is appearing.
Unconditional Freedom Happening as This