Sometimes I go to the forest and just stand and listen to the trees. I can’t help but think and feel that something is watching me in return. Could it be an ‘over active imagination’ like I have been told countless times, or is it something watching me, a spirit, a force, an entity that is as much cognisant of me as I am of it, observing me as I observe it, and than I close my eyes and just breathe in the fresh air deeply, planting my feet in the soil and letting the forest take over my consciousness, my being, slowly dissolving the barrier that is up around me, letting the doubt go, letting Earth comsume me, becoming a part of the ecology, woven into the tapestry and than I open my eyes and I am back to myself standing in the forest.
fotoMahaloness and ultraminimotion picture show with sound
Forest eyes by hälts
And from the hältsART archive a painting called ‘Eastywesty’ & how to find Zen in the city, also subtle references to Hunter S. Thompson whose words made a lasting impression on my psyche and his right hand man Ralph Steadman, whose drawings/paintings fired me right up. This painting is a available on as a simple single sided tshirt for anyone who might be interrsted in that kind of thing, please follow this LINK! Click here and Mahaloness be with you.