"When I paint It's like being at the event horizon I don't know what is happening next Time is stretched out of shape Into perpetual motion and profound stillness all at once It's very dark But like the dawn before the sun kisses the horizon There is hope; I want to illuminate the darkness..." This is … Continue reading When I Paint, I See Everything…
"Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes" Carl Jung
I've always been a scaredy cat how did I get over that? I didn't but I kind of did but it got over me. I wish I had your courage your boldness and your flourish but I was told to simmer down to stop being wild! And so I did! I stayed quiet when I wanted … Continue reading I set me free
I remember my presence is enough...
Little deaths are about letting go. Letting go of being 'right', just for now. Letting go of the moral high ground, just for now (or forever!). So your ego is battered right now... that's just armour!
Jaguar flows through me now with the grace of an assassin fear yields to the touch of the brush on my face warpaint on; I am hunting I snake through the densely packed forest of my mind.
It always amazes me how healing creative experiences can be. Once you have processed the shame and embarrassment of scaring passers by with your blacked out face, the thrill of the moment becomes more playful. 'Fuck It' is our profane mantra in these moments. I'm not being bad. Just playful, irreverent, goodly dangerous to the status quo of holding and fear.