After being away from writing blogs for a while, with only intermittent posts, I am finding the itch to get back into the writing mode. I would like to write a little bit more about art and life, and the journey that has led me here. We are very much alike, we all experience life in all its tones and hues. However we decide to interpret that experience and what it means to us is what makes us unique within the Big Story. We are the rivers that flow into the ocean. Currently my focus has been on being present, living each moment with awe and wonder and quieting the mind. I am not suggesting I live without my head, I am trying to align my head with my heart, which to be honest has been a real challenge. It’s one thing to sit quietly, breathe and recite mantras; it’s another to go into daily life and be open to all that comes, and accept all experience. I have noticed within myself the things that make my blood boil. I have had some troubling thoughts about humanity and the dilemma we find ourselves in. To be optimistic is rebellious in some ways because the facts are not so great. Growing amounts of garbage and trash entering the rivers and oceans, extinctions, rising temperatures, forest fires, I mean the list is somewhat daunting and rather difficult to fathom what’s actually going on. You have the right, the left, the upside down and the complete bassackwards. The idea of unity seems foreign and made up, with ever more lines in the sand being drawn seemingly every day. I myself would rather not make a line, I think truth is a weave made up of many individual strings. The fabric of life does not fall on one side or the other, it is a amalgamation of every living being that calls Earth home. My quest to learn about humans, animals, insects, flora and all things Earth is what fuels my art. Life is precious. To me art is is precious. Freedom is precious, even though I am not truly be free. I have started to think that the best thing to do is not to do. To just be present. In being present I stay empty. I do not get caught up in the past. I do not project myself into the future. I let go of intention, which creates tension and expectations. I think we are all caught up in trying to be all that, and all this, I think this and that is what’s driving us mad. I am interested in letting be, and let things happen, let things unfold. This is of course counter intuitive to my conditioning, which is yet another element of self I am also aware of and often critical of. This creates inbalance and disharmony. So this is where I am at. In the moment to moment, present, here and there, present, mind drifts, this is not so easy… the mind has a way of playing tricks on me.
Be present. Ride the waves. Be grateful for the beauty and the beast. Walk the path. Venture when so inclined. A spider spins it’s weave, traces of the past caught and left as dinner. Birds are relaxing to watch. Clouds rolling by calms the mind. A ghost playing a mini piano plays a song, while the moon whistles along. Night to Day. Day to Night. The cycles of life carry on. In this beautiful place, on this spinning sphere, there is peace and joy, one just has to breathe it in.
And now a new minimotion titled ‘rivers edge’
slices of spacetime
Noteworthy!! My new website click here to visit halts art.com has launched and is reaching cruising altitude, ready for your beautiful eyes, there is a wide range of art wearables made to compliment your inner spirit, as well as notebooks, art cards, and prints. Below is some examples of what’s available so please do feel free to check it out and you know what… its a special thing to gift someone art, perhaps there is something there for that special someone, or even just for your beautiful self.
A place I visit once in a blue moon and sometimes pink.