“We are of the earth, and the earth is of us. We are of the stars and the stars are of us... Stone is the first ancestor. It holds the building blocks of life. Without stone, we would not be. It carries the story of the beginning of all and holds the seed of all that follows."
Barry Brailsford, In Search of the Southern Serpent
Stone & Story: A Sacred Union of Myth, Land, and Spirit
Mythic Landscapes
By Helena B. Scott & Joseph Jaskolka
Our work is a call to remember: to return to the land, to honour the stone as the first ancestor, and to step back into sacred relationships—with each other, with the earth, and with the timeless stories that shaped us all.
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Our shared passion lies in reconnecting people with the archetypes that arise from myth — and myth, as we both understand, is not fiction, but the psychic language of the land itself; therefore, part of sacred geography (or psychogeography) or those beautiful "magical mindscapes".
Myths have no author; they emerge from place, memory, and soul, speaking to us across time from the collective unconscious — what psychiatrist Carl Jung identified as the deep well of shared human experience.
Features my own work as a Jungian and historian working deep with public history, mythopoetics, ancient energies and cultural heritage but also the work of: 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐄𝐬𝐭é𝐬, 𝐇é𝐥è𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐮𝐬; 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐨𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭é; 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲—𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐚; sculptor of myth and stone.
I’m truly delighted to welcome someone very special to May's “Treasures of Our Landscapes” themed hangout — not only a deeply inspiring artist whose work I admire profoundly, but also someone who holds a special place in my heart, both personally and creatively. Joseph Jaskolka, a U.S.-based sculptor whose monumental works in stone breathe life into myth and memory, joins us as my guest this month. Jaskolka Sculptures are not simply forms—they are awakenings.
