Wait, wait, until you see IT!
It will be your second love.
You fell asleep in despair;
unknowing of what lies in the view from your window.

She walks on the dry land, so parched,
yet, quenching her thirst like no other;
a haven for her life force, soon to be on canvas.

She discovers the oneness,
continuing to be experienced by her creations.
She is one with the earth and sky.
She is the red earth, the bones and death;
coming back to life.

She is home.

Kaleidoscope Curtain

Eyes closed, vision unimpaired

Inward glancing connecting two

Paired by trials and stories unfold

Exchanged a lifetime, fragile and bold

Left on canvas or in words

Whispering ghosts of wisdom heard

Begging for another chance

But, first a glance, first a glance

Revealing desires of the soul

Listening finally to what is told

Always wanting to be revealed

Taking the armor off, dissolving the shield.

As Artists, we help others see. The world is waiting for our vision. It isn’t obtained by just painting pictures, as much as bringing this depth from within our self and helping others see beyond what the viewer already sees. If we allow our self to go deeper and express in such a way, the viewer will believe they have seen it as well. Our job is to be the poet, the preacher, to enhance the vibration of the world by our creations. We are the interpreters.

An artist asked me, “what inspires you to paint?”  It is beauty of nature for sure, but as artists we have the opportunity to see beauty in the mundane. As Hawthorne says “it is so much greater to make much out of little than to make little out of much-better to make a big thing out of a little subject than to make a little thing out of a big one”.

Learning does not make the artist as much as practice and getting in tune with your voice and expression. The teacher is there to inspire. Be yourself, be true to yourself as you paint. Don’t be in competition with others. Listen to your voice. When you are free with no thoughts and lost all concept of time, you are one with the painting and are connecting to a deeper level of expression. We are always students. I will always be a student. It is important to always be instilled with curiosity and wonder. The more I learn to see, the better artist I will be.  It is important, when you learn from others, to keep your originality, to not be clones of your teacher, but to find your inner voice, notice your assets and allow yourself to shine in your own way.

What is unique about your Artist voice, how is it expressed in your creating?

Born from the intention of Zeus and and Imagination of Mnemosyne mothered 9 daughters which became the muses Calliope, the Goddess of eloquence, epic poetry, drama, performance, communication, transmission and storytelling; Clio the muse of history and writing; Erato, the muse of four aspects of love-Agape-Eros-Libido & Philia; Euterpe, the muse of music and lyric poetry; Melpomene, the muse of tragedy; Polyhmnia the muse of oratory, sacred hymns and poetry; Terpsichore, the muse of dance; Thalia, the muse of comedy and play; Urania, the muse of Astronomy and Mathematics.

Muses inspire you to take action. I have been having a block and looking over the Muses I realized that I was missing the muse of Thalia. I was forgetting how to play and have fun with my art. I usually call it artwork. Don’t want to even call it that anymore. I might start calling it artplay. Yesterday I received my large pallet knives I ordered, going to play with thick juicy paint. I am also going to prepare 50 blank canvases, and paint with no reference. The child in me got excited. It didn’t want to come out before, the parent in me was making it too serious. The child wants to explore and do art for the sake of art. I definitely feel a shift.

You know there are no rules about a muse, how they should look or be. Gender, age, appearance and character are variable, but one thing for sure muses are like angels. Muses can set you into a deeper journey of discovery, joy, beauty and just plain loving the experience of creating.

Who is your Muse?

Have you ever heard your heart talk? I don’t know whose voice it is. It could be mine. It could be another. It could be my deepest desires. It could be a story. It could be something I need to know. I could almost articulate the words, but they are not from this language. This language is from the heart. I hear this language when I am in nature, when I listen to music, when I connect to the one, when my heart wants to be heard and when I feel love. I hear it when I have memories that may be from another life. I hear it when I feel the sweetness of tears. I try hard to bring it to the surface to bring it into words, but it stays in the heart, barely voiced, but not quite. It never arrives. The harder I try it won’t appear. It is connected to all my lives, it tells a story that I know in the heart, not the head. It is an expression of another world. It is a creation. It is the deepest of all feelings. It almost sounds like music, because it has a rhythm. It is the deepest of all deepness.

Perhaps it will show itself. But not now. It is a newborn, birthing, developing, expressing. It will become, but not now. No it is only heart words. Heart words are not intelligible to the human ear. It is not ready to be heard, just felt, barely audible, a small voice, a gentle whisper. The heart is speaking without words…

Melodies, melodic notes

No one needs to know the depth in which I feel you

Privacy for you and me alone

Carry me away on tips of eagle wings my love

Not close to the sun

But bring me to the stars

So I may see the stars in me and others

I speak with simplicity

To explain the most complicated measure of all.

I remember when I read ET’s “New Earth”, while I was receiving art coaching. I had been coached for about 8 months and I was on a roll. I was producing art regularly, making goals, joined a gallery, became published and had a lucrative show. Reading ET’s book was life changing, but it also burst my balloon. I was moving moving moving and then reading the book it basically said that anything that I did with form or even saying that I was an artist didn’t matter. Anything with form was an illusion. Whatever I accomplished did not make me or break me. The bad part as a result of this awakening, was there was some good news and there was some bad news. The good news was that I was perfect just the way I was, the bad news was how living in the spirit can be a quandry, trying to have goals and objectives with the drive I once had, is no longer available to me or desirable. Living in the spiritual realm can be bliss and difficult. Although, I am not ready to shuck it all in. I am not going to be alive for ever. So now is the challenge to play with form, enjoy life and create meaning.

As of now my purpose has changed. I am realizing that I am here to heal myself and by doing that it heals the world. I am also realizing that I must keep my vibration up everyday and how I do that is helping others and creating, whether it is art, poetry or writing. The most important thing is to not let life pass me by. I know now that form is just to be played with. Having this new philosophy, can give you the freedom that you never had before. It allows you to wear as many hats as you want, experiment and explore, with detachment.

I would love your take on it. What keeps you moving? What makes you want to wake up with a spring in your step and say “Thank God I am Alive”.

I had the opportunity to switch roles today with a very good friend. Our mission was to “Design Our Life” (in the most loving and desirable way we could). But the paradox was we designed not our own, but the others. Now we knew each other quite well. We understood the others gifts and weaknesses. But the most important realization I had was that I wanted it for the other person more than I wanted it for myself. While designing their life I wanted the person to understand how much they had to offer and what profound gifts they had. There was no reason that my friend couldn’t accomplish or acquire this life. There was no reason this person couldn’t be extremely happy and joyful, plus live in a life of abundance.

How many times have you noticed others not taking advantage of their gifts? How many times have you noticed that others focus and what they can’t do as opposed to what they can do? How many times have you noticed others putting themselves in their own private jail? How many times have you noticed others stifling their dreams and their ability to create ad live a life of promise? How many times have you noticed others stuck in the past and stuck in their own muck? We are all mirrors, what we see in others, we see in ourself.

Switch roles, and better than that not with just anyone, but with someone you admire and believe in, even though that person may not and have it reciprocated. You will find that it will give you as much as it will give them. Share it, both read it. Mark my word they will see the glory of becoming and realize they were the only one that was stopping the creation. They will allow themselves to dream beyond limits. They will have hope and be given permission for a dream come true. You gave them a gift and guess what you will be receiving the same in return. You will acknowledge your own gifts and dreams. We seem to all underestimate our abilities and worth. Have a best friend remind you that you are worth it, you are valuable and your are believed in, especially when you can’t.

We are all gifts and one of our purposes is to know that, mirror it to the world and know that is so important to own it and share it.

I sit in the dark

Lit up by my soul

Making friends with my past

As well, with my maker

Feeling all in one

One in all

Beauty found in unexpected places

In that place of being

Discovered and discovering

I AM the sand

That becomes the pearl

I can be anything