Images For Android Phones: A Painting In A Gallery
A painting
In more than one color
Where everything comes to life
A touch of red
A splash of blue
A hidden purpose
So true
A museum full of beautiful light
The sounds of our chatter
Throughout the day and night
In awe
In silence
It’s what the artist thought that matters
Escaping something here
Finding something there
… and
Renewing all with his mind
An abstraction so fine
It’s beautiful you know
What he has found
With the palette knive
Pressed in silent sound
Shaping
Forming
… and
Teleporting
This gallery space
To another far-off place
It’s art when you see it
Art when you feel it
Art when you know it
And art when you love it
A painting
Of light and shadow
A painting
In more than one color Where everything comes to life
A touch of red
A splash of blue
A revealing purpose
So true
Images For Android Phones: A Window In A Dark Room
Painting in one color
A black as dark as coal
So dark it feels endless
It’s time to pick another color
Or look out a different window
Catch a thought or two
See things in another light
As the room collapses
Like falling cards
Entangled with the other’s calling
Like the dream that’s always falling
The blue sky outside
And my blurry eyes … blinking
Can’t save me from inside
The dark room in which I reside.
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i am there
across from you
filtering my mind
seeing colors
in a delicate design
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embrace the sky
dreaming …
and
let the light unfold
inside….
Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 09 – The Unending Edge Of All Things
When I was reborn and when I died I remembered only one thing … I AM, All THAT IS – UNENDING….
The unending edge of all things
Creativity is an essential part of being human, a vital force without which we can exist, but not truly live. – Ann Cashman
Namaste.
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 07 – The Circular Eclipse
The sky turned the brightest day into the darkest night, as I lit a candle to illuminate the ambiguities of my desires….
The circular eclipse
The heart of creativity is an experience of the mystical union; the heart of the mystical union is an experience of creativity. – Julia Cameron
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 06 – The Winding Tapestry
On the winding road every past moment in life followed me as the future fell off the cliff ahead of me….
The winding tapestry
The human mind cannot create anything. It produces nothing until after having been fertilized by experience and meditation; its acquisitions are the gems of its production. – George-Louis Leclerc de Buffon
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 05 – The Returning Tide
As I found myself lost in the sea with no boundaries I never felt the need for gravity or place….
The returning tide
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create – so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. – Pearl S. Buck
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 04 – The Loving Heart
In the translucent sound of night, the color of things to come were just beyond the stars….
The loving heart
Creation is such an elusive thing, for the more we think we are in control, the more we remove ourselves from the actual creation. – Betty Jean Billups
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 03 – The Consuming Sky
As the sky fell to earth I heard a memory, and it was not so long ago that I fell in love….
The consuming sky
A poet feels the impulse to create a work of art when the passive awe provoked by an event is transformed into a desire to express that awe in a rite of worship. – W. H. Auden
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 02 – The Dreaming Void
In a moment forged with the fluttering sounds of dreams in flight, I soon escaped my troubling fears….
The dreaming void
The true locus of creativity is not the genetic process prior to the work but the work itself as it lives in the experience of the beholder. – Monroe Beardsley
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 01 – The Setting Sun
I looked into the mirror of my thoughts as the setting sun slowly disappeared over the horizon….
The Setting Sun
Something about making art has to do with overcoming things, giving us a clear opportunity for doing things in ways we have always known we should do them. – David Bayles
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Not The Kiss Your Mother Used To Give You (When She Wanted You To Leave The Room)
The city series….
Standing by the curb
So you think you’re a man….
You think you know what she is trying to tell you. Sitting by the curb with your new Trek bike. With your boys. Trying to be cool.
Looking cool … Being defiant.
Did you even listen? Is there any clue?
Baby Boy Blue
As to why she decided on … you?
Yeah I know, you think it’s because of the ball you play. Or the things you say. Just yesterday she gave you that look. When you helped her with her books. Were you listening then? When it was your hand she took. Yeah I know. It’s all about the tool of the trade. And not feeling like you’ve been made. Is it good to know? Keep the show? Or stay in the flow? Yeah, it’s a tough day and what a blow.
You sitting on the curb with your boys.
Being her toy.
But did you even know
That kiss….
Is not the kiss
Just for show….
Everything Changes Except A Persistent Memory (A Think You Know Remix)
We often find ourselves on the boundaries of what we remember….
Everything changes except a persistent memory
Sometimes in a moment of realization, in a glimmer of mindfulness, we can see the totality of our lives: The days spent with dreams. The nights, restless—consumed with thought. The years forged with the desire to be something—perhaps anything other than who we are. And in the end, an uncertainty that begs the question; do all things change except a persistent memory?
Perhaps we really do not know ourselves at all, and in its place we find only a recurring memory to give us pause.
A fine line of demarcation of what is and what we imagine; who we are and what we might have become.
It is a fortress of endless cycles of memories and desires that seduce the very knowledge of who we are and the way we think.
We know that everything is in constant flux. Everything changes. Our lives change and the world around us as well.
It is a given.
Yet it feels like our memories, the persistent ones, never do….
What If Your Creativity Was Gone
In the struggle to know ourselves we sometimes turn inward to find our creativity … Gone
The inspiration for creativity resides within and beyond….
I recently re-blogged the post by Maggie Madly Writing wherein she proposed the question, “if nobody read your blog, would you still write”? There were some interesting responses on both our blogs. As a result, I started to think about the process of creativity. And the question, what if your creativity was gone? And has there ever been a time when you did not create? How long did that creative drought exist? What was the reason for the dry spell, if any?
Over the years I have known many artists. Each having their own unique work ethic. Some artists work continuously, on a daily basis. Others like myself, work when inspired, or influenced by events in their lives. I often look for a balance of art, life and sport. The majority of my artistic influence comes from my life experience. Most notably in the past when I was going through some rather dark periods. It seemed the darker the period, the more expressive the art. But I’ve learned that is not always true. Gone are the most darkest moments of my life (so I hope). Replaced by a more connected experience with peace and beauty. Creating a different kind of art. A different source of creativity. In the past, I have felt a sense of lost when not creating. Although I’ve always believed it would return. Knowing that it is a part of me.
What to do if your creative spark is gone? Well hang in there and have faith in your ability. This is a good starting point. Then work. Work. Spend time with the process. Explore and experiment with ideas. Take the time to check out the work of other artists. Artists from various disciplines. I love to see dance, theater and plays. Music exploration also is a motivating factor. As well as spending time with nature.
Never give up.
We all have our own path to discover that which ignites the creative spirit….
Music For Parks And City Streets (A Day Like No Other Remix)
The city series….
Sitting by the river, standing on the corner, music for parks and city streets
The moments we find time standing still…
Music is energy …
It captures the imagination and sets the soul on fire. It frees our thoughts and liberates our dreams. It illuminates the night stars and sets the day in motion.
Music is lucid …
We dream to music. We create to music. We make love to music. It touches and caresses. It embraces our intimate space.
Music is you and I …
It gathers the crowd on a beautiful day. It sings the songs our hearts have found. It teaches and consoles. It soothes our spirit at birth and death.
Music is humanity … restored.
For you and I it was a day like no other as we walked together … dreaming and listening….
In celebration of a summer day to come. A picnic with the band The Januaries and their song Chocolate and Strawberries…
An Introduction To The Creative Process Of Artist Gotye: The Making Of Eyes Wide Open
It is always interesting to delve into the mind and creative process of an artist. What tools he uses. What fuels his imagination. How he views the world around him. How to translate that experience into art.
Gotye takes us on a shot venture through all these elements.
Only After Seeing The Light Did I Ever Think More Of It
From across the room I saw what I knew to be true….
A Kind of Light that keeps breaking through
like a candle in time
the soft glow of knowing….
We Are Here Together (A Caressing Your Hair Remix)
It is a beautiful day when my fingers caress your golden hair….
We are here together this beautiful day
like a field of golden strands…
illuminating
the days in which we stand
together
in a sea of diamonds
caressing
the thoughts you hold dear
together
without fear
oh what a lovely moment it is….
You Are There – I Am Here (Another Search The Sky Remix)
When the night sky folds into itself, and I breathe deeply it resonates of you….
The gravity that pulls us together
fragments of darkness
– never fall
into the warm depths of your love for me
and
there you are
– never doubting
the color and shape of my heart’s longing….
I Am Here – You Are There (A Search The Sky Remix)
When I think of you at night, something is shimming above….
The solar fields above
fragments of light
– shimmer
like the fire of your heart
and
here i am
– burning
in the sunburst of your love….
As We Approached The Ferry A Different Kind Of Night
It was the dark of night and the silhouette of the ferry consumed me….
From the dock I looked out beyond the thoughts that anchored my dreams
a soft glow
on the sands below
this night
so
– different
I found myself again….
An Entire Life And I May Not Know Myself
Sometimes the next chapter is the same as the one before and the one before that….
land ferry sky and water
Leaving behind the shore of dreams, I often wake to a life lost at sea….
A life misunderstood.
I sometimes wonder if I really know myself at all. I try to grasp, as I look back across the sea, the meaning of what has gone before. What remains on the distant shore…
The beauty of my indecisiveness. The machinations of my decisions.
Haunt me.
Like the fear of being stranded on land as my dreams sail away. There they go I say. Another day and it all remains the same…
Not unlike the fleeing faces in the clouds above or the uneasy sinking in the waves below….
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