A language to reach for, most longed for in compassion, the creative expression.
When we are in a moment of true time, we are in a moment of wedded bliss with what is a round us.
The artist takes in all that they see, and they see all that is within their circumference of surrounding nature.
To nature yourself to the silence of peace, you come to a full nature of what you seek, your own sacred space.
In art we approach so much that many would say is un-approachable, but by listening closely, we are kept safe to the yielding that opens as we open.
There is no reward. We listen and we turn to a sound that is of equal yielding, if it is not, we let it go, because it cannot hold to the vision of light we seek.
New work. New bodies of work come about as we grow, as we emerge out of who we are becoming.
A new painting is not the same as the previous one, though painted by the same artist, because we change, as we see what can open and what closes.
New language, new art, new new, all can be quickly judged by those outside the realm of creativity, because they do not invest themselves outside of judgement.
Inside a painting, you move to what yields light, always following the opening places. If it contracts, it is not of the painting and you turn to what is.
We both do this at the same moment, and in doing so we find what is willing and what is not. The painting you see, is the painting that wanted to Be.
Hope your day finds you finding the light in your life, and the brush you hold paints only with light.
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