Death, Metaphysics & Visionary Art
I came across this awe-inspiring painting today for the first time by Johfra Bosschart, I don’t recall hearing of him before, yet on doing research I definitely know his work, and even grew up with his art in my bedroom as a teenager.
When I was 19 I remember standing in a shop on Oxford St in Paddington NSW talking with a family friend who owned it, he was an astrologer from the UK, called Keith Anthony Thomas. All of Johfra’s Astrological Art Prints were up high all around the shop, I had popped in to see him after he had made my chart for my birthday, it had come with a cassette tape and I went to get clarity on a few things he had said, and as we conversed he clearly said to me that I should be studying the metaphysical arts as that was my path and I would be eventually teaching it. I had been working as a painter for an advertising company since I was 15 and had won a municipal award for my art. But I knew in the depths of my heart I wasn’t that good.
This was the seventies and I was into everything I could get my hands on that I deemed spiritual, I just had never heard the term metaphysical before. In my ignorance and innocence I believed he had meant I had to learn to paint like this guy, and I felt overwhelmed. I thought this was the metaphysical arts he had implied; I remained burdened with these thoughts for some months, how very wrong was I? When I found out what metaphysics actually were, I was overjoyed as that was a huge part of my life anyway, and to continue on this path as advised was done with the deepest pleasure and satisfaction and I could give up any aspirations to paint like the visionary greats!
What a relief, oh life before Google was tough for a girl like me with limited education; I only completed 2nd Form (Year 8) before I was expelled from a good private catholic girls college.
It’s amazing how moments like these stand out so strongly in your memory, because it was a very significant moment and a moment of truth. I knew my path, and became even more of a quester.
So getting back to this particular painting:-
It’s called The Adoration of Pan, and seeing it today for the first time took my breath away, as this astonishing painting is so very similar to what I personally experienced in my father’s bedroom, just last October. Less than 3 months ago as he was dying, I was holding and massaging his feet, and it was just like this picture, all these beings all gathered together came in through the wall towards my Dad’s feet, swam across his body, right in front of my eyes, gathered around my father and whisked him away. That was at around 10.00pm, I know even though his body was breathing, that he had left at that moment, he’d crossed the hedge, to peace at last after his journey through cancer. After this happened I let go of his feet turned to my mother and without a word we both left him. We went and sat in the kitchen, both knowing he had gone we stayed chatting till midnight when my younger sister took over watching for us. I went to bed and was called at around 5.00am as he took his last breaths before dying.
I could not put my experience into words, even though I had tried, I am so grateful to this man Johfra for his painting, as this is the closet visual expression of my experience with my Dad, I can now share this with the dear man George who bought Pan so deeply into my life in the last two years through the teachings of Rosaleen Norton yet another superb visionary Artist. I also now know that the first time I stood before an original picture of Roie’s Pan, just last year that the visions I was having, and continue to have are so very similar, it gives me much more clarity. I am so grateful for all the teachers and ancestors in my life that share so much with me, past, present and future.
Onwards & Upwards! Hail Pan!