The collaboration the artist seeks is with the inner sound that pours its notes into the chalice of their body. The body, the house of the spirit soul.
The body, that which holds the brush, the colored pencil, the cray-paz, the pen, yielding to the push that comes up from the below, the beneath, the depths.
Art, for us, it is not about the gallery, but we would love a gallery that loved our work. It is not about impressing someone with what we do, but we would love people loving our work. It is not about the marketplace, but we would love to be able to make a living to support our family.
The art yields us. We are yielded by art, because we lay back into its embrace and float in the sea of its mystery. We float on the ocean to be supported, then, when rested, continue to dive deep to the sounds of the salt air, the fibered seaweed, the life that this world gives to.
We are given to, and we give our vision as a way of sharing the depth we are being.
When you look to see, with your head up, face on, then the art enters you, beyond the limited perceptions of the gravity of this world, and you float in unison with the artist. This is when you are finally transported beyond yourself and enter a new expression.
You enter the work through your eyes, it is there you collaborate with the mystery that has been below the surface. Yield to the numenistic light, see what you see as the gift it is Being.
Hope your day finds you collaborating with a vision, new to your sense of what you were becoming all along.
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