Nectar of the Gods

My painting is finished and now I feel this deep need for more. I received the nectar of the gods and crave it again and again. Almost as if my hunger for it's taste will never be satisfied. My fingers, again, ache to be creating. I have opened myself up to all kinds of possibilities for new creations. I feel as if I have become aware of all the beauty in the world and how I can combine it to make something spectacular. Working with so many different materials gave me such a new experience. The textures of the fabrics. The smell of the pine wood. The thread through the needle. The pricking of the finger. Mixing pain with creation. The feeling of the paintbrush on the fabric. The sound of the screws going deep into the wood. All part of this new picture I am painting. The picture is my life and I am finally the one doing the painting.. To quote my glorious mother " I have found this day to be very much in my own hands. What I move with, what is present, is dependent on how I see it. Potential is in the eyes of the beholder. Distraction, humiliation, non-recognition are all part of what makes one let go, so one can open up to potential, and move out clearly what cannot see." -Clarity

The Wisdom That is Walt

"Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour."— Walt Whitman

This quote rings true. You have to live for this time. Focus on what is right in front of you not behind you and not ahead of you. If that is what makes you truly happy then give it space to grow and become something that is awe inspiring. Don't be happy with the past because the present isn't exactly what you thought it would be. Don't punish the present for the past and don't set too high of standards on the present because the future is pressing in. Let this hour show you something that is real.

A Conversation With Myself

Hello. Who are you? I am me. Do I know you? Of course you do. I am you. Don't you remember? No I am sorry I do not. Well I am the person within the person. I am the one in the shadows. I am the one unseen. That deep and dark place. That place that holds so much power that you keep hidden till that day. That day that you become a force to be reckoned with. That moment when you release that which you have been holding. All that power will explode out of you that day. You will become me and I will become you. Till then I am in the shadows.

Falling In Art

Starting a piece of art is like falling in love. At first you are unsure of the potential of it. Then you become more and more entranced by it's splendor. You begin to notice how each time you sit to paint it gets harder and harder to stop your brush from taking another stroke. You want to keep going and going. To see where this creativity will take you. What unknown area of your soul will it bring out onto it's canvas. The excitement of it all surrounds you and you can barely stand it when you are not able to express yourself. You are completely captured by it's beauty and passion.Eager to see what will become of these first exposes to paint on canvas. The mystery is terrifying but you are comfortable in it. Letting it cover you and take you in. You become so one with the piece that you can feel it even when you are not in front of it. Imagining all the ways you can make it come to life. That is the moment that you notice that you have begun a journey. A journey that will take you places you have only dreamed of. Now there is no turning back. Further down the rabbit hole you must go. Fall.

I am starting a new piece of work finally. Hence this little bit of thought. We shall see where it takes me.