The Between

September 7

The between is where we meet, the artist and the muse, the artist and the viewer, because we enter into a place that is so deep inside time, that it is beyond a time of outside.

As artist, we move with the rhythm and beat that is both singular and universal. We listen to the color, and breathe in its line. We feel the texture that opens to us, its fiber safe as we journey forward into unknown spaces.

When the surface is opened by the yielding factors of light, we are entered. We are lit up, and we glow with the numenistic light of creativity. 

Here we see because we listen. We look, because we hear. We open, because we have been entered.

Our studio is sacred to us, we are secure in our practice, as we follow the need and desire into expression. This is a place of home, matching the interior home of who we are becoming, who we are being.

Movement is always, and the form it takes is to recognize the essence beyond solid time, which is an illusion of object. The between opens beyond stationary static thought, and moves us with it to a place of momentual, moment always in motion.

The whale of our dive surfaces, sights itself with the above, and marks the time with its pattern of breath.
See the rise; the color, line, and shape. Keep it in sight, hold the vision, lift the response to an affirmative yes. 

Then the brush touches the canvas, the cray-paz contacts the paper surface. In order for the expression to be made, the surface yields to the touch, and the movement of a moment slides its expression across time, penetrating it with color.

We hold onto the brush to hold onto ourselves, as we fly beyond the surface of this world, and enter into a revealed realm of numenistic reverence. 

We are awed by our vision, the sight is opened, expanded beyond everything before, and we record what we listen to, what we see, what we are infused with.

We bring back the pattern that yields, that is small in its countenance, and immense in its difference.

Look to the sight you see, see it slide into view, and mark the occasion, with a breath that dives below the surface, and finds you swimming in an ocean of color, line, shape.

Let the texture of your swimming allow you to float the eye of your own becoming.

Hope your day finds you with eyes wide open and yielding to the gift of sight.