I've been negligent in my writing duties as of late. I haven't produced anything in the studio for a couple of years. My artist is alive in meditation but absent in the conventional world of form. Although I admire the works of others very much, my own self discouragement feels like it is set in concrete.
As I contemplated a photograph of a beautiful tree at the edge of the sea, I asked the Divine (mother nature, God, Buddha, etc.) "what do you want to tell me?"
She answered the following...
"I want to tell you...
I love you
This is my creation for you...
Blue is my blood
the coolness of shade is my embrace
the light is mind illuminating intention
the lines are my veins.
You live in my painting.
I welcome any creation from you.
You exist to be with me
together in our creations."
I guess I better get to work!
