For forty years, Allyson has expressed in her paintings an essentialized world view consisting of three root components: CHAOS, ORDER, & SECRET WRITING.
CHAOS = Order + Entropy. In Allyson's paintings, chaos symbolizes the material world where bedrock reality, ordered systems and cells, particles and waves, fall apart in an exquisite spontaneous flow of planned randomness.
ORDER within this essentialized system, is represented by seven grids, layered in a square/diamond mandalic portal. The viewer gazes into the cosmic fountain and drain of energy, the suck hole/blow hole of interconnected, multi-colored energy packets. This painted symbol of ORDER suggests the purity and perfection of the invisible realm of bliss one might experience in transcendental states of mystic unity, sometimes referred to as Nirvana, Heaven, or the Infinite Divine.
SECRET WRITING in Grey's paintings is comprised of twenty unpronounceable letters, sometimes randomly arranged, but often in a consistent "mantric" order. These untranslatable letters point to the inexpressible outpouring of creative essence, a spirit embedded in communication that cannot be reduced to concepts. SECRET WRITING, a language of pure spirit, while it appears to communicate, actually avoids any association with sound and are indecipherable. SECRET WRITING serves as a window of the rational mind through which invisible thoughts are physically manifest in language and in all forms of creative expression.
The body is a meat bag that does not transmigrate.⠀ The mind is ephemeral, transitory and free to roam.⠀ Our physical body doesn’t die when we sleep and dream. We travel through alternate realities, leaving our meat bag behind on the bed.⠀ Our autonomic nervous system keeps us breathing and our heart pumping. It is a miracle.
The first time I laid my eyes on @alexgreycosm, I noticed his deep intensity, his drive and accomplishment, his strangeness and brilliance. I've never met anyone more interesting than Alex. Soetimes, together in our studio, sitting at our easels quietly working away on our paintings, I'll be deep in thought, contemplating a past conversation, @chapelofsacredmirrors business, what's in the fridge, what my mother said. Out of the blue, I'll ask Alex across the studio, "What are you thinking about?" He will inevitably recount some philosophical reading, something about Namkhai Norbu, Schelling, or a Sufi mystic. He'll be ruminating over deep and lofty subjects with thoughts that are authentic and ponderous. Pulled from my earthy relity, I realize the opportunity to contemplate matters beyond my own initiation. Then, I remember how lucky I am to be loved by Alex.