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?

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 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

Columns and alabaster stairs

The crowd emerges to praise the king

A box containing crowning glory

To be worn by only him

Nothing for the woman to adorn

Not even a flower for her hair

How can this be?

Is her worthiness reflected?

Authority and ritual of the norm

All is left are ruins found

Each piece dissolves within her hand

Entropy of the form revealing formless once again

Illusions of others have no power

She creates the life that she has now

Twitterville

     This is the 6th painting of my CityScape Series.  Although, this was a painting inspired by photos taken from San Francisco, it also was inspired subliminally from Twitter.  When choosing subject matter to paint, I often just rely on my gut feeling, definitely not the head, until it gets to the critical aspects of the creating.  But at first, I listen to the intuitive messages I am receiving from the initial choice of subject.  As a result, many times I don’t realize what the painting is saying to me, until I start painting it.  Color, scale and composition all play an important part of the process.  So for me, this was quite a surprise, when I realized that I might be painting pieces of Twitter.  I was painting my own little Twitterville, having the same characteristics of Twitter in many ways, large city, large venue, yet close up in nature, noticing many layers and depths of the scene as Twitter has.  Many things happening at once, others ignored, many on their own journey passing others, some dreaming about their future, some barely making it, some deep in thought, philosophical, symbolic nature, some seeking and searching, while others are satisfied with day to day acquaintances .  There is no right or wrong way to use Twitter, each person definitely has their own style, their own way, their own canvas.

Painting Oil on Canvas: 24″ X 48″

Vibration of the oneness calling me

Echoing, radiating, purity of love

To be found in a one inch equation

Blessed by the water

Who was the word

The beginning 

The End

Strings, circular, vibrating

The harmonic sound of love.

Oh God you pierce my heart
Your love poureth through me
making highways for others to travel
You have taken down my defenses
You have let others follow with love
You’ve made me see the depth
of which I can love and be loved.
You have taken me into spiritual time
where all grievances are forgotten.
You call me to love and be loved
You are love

Her profile

How strong it is

Reflecting the light

Silhouetted by shadow

A cigarette hung from her mouth

Red

Who are you?

Why does this passion stir you?

“I AM alive you see, for the first time.”

“I know who I AM, thanks to the one who knows,

 the butterfly of coolness”.

Coolness no longer in her heart

She was taught and also remembered who she was meant to be.

Forget no more

She is on Fire

And will no longer feel the coolness of indifference

No worries

No memory

I AM.

Coincidence of smiles
Advance intuition
No need to talk
Or even write
All understood
Other ways of communicating
Only for a few
Chosen ones because of belief
Not imagination
But it plays a part
On a boat flowing down the river
Not a destination
Being