Where images speak the truth your mind has been avoiding.
Art is not decoration. Art is revelation.
Art-As-Therapy Session
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Formal Introduction
Hello. Glad to make your acquaintance. I’ve been waiting to meet you for such a long long time.{almost too long; seems a little awkward, now}. But you know how it goes; you mean well but one thing leads to another and another… So many things always get in the way of our good intentions. I just felt like we needed a formal introduction, don”t you? Why let silly things like; ideas, assumptions,beliefs, habits, expectations, labels, and of, course; motivating desire for benefit ruin it for us? I just know we’re going to be really great friends(probably lasting a lifetime, or more) So, how has life been treating you? I’ve been good. Kids are fine, well and happy. Yours? It’s been awhile since I’ve been able to be so open with someone as receptive, caring ,interested, accepting and non-judgmental as you are. Refreshing. Well, I guess I’d better wrap it up for now. Take care.
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Delirious Passion
WE have no control over who we will be attracted to! Our bodies have a mind of its own and will not be deterred. Passion demands satisfaction in freedom of expression and will not be thwarted in its single minded objection. Passion has no loyalty or sense of duty. It follows what it wants to simply because it wants to. To try to subvert or diminish its natural tendencies merely results in crippling anxiety and mental unrest. Crippling of the soul results when passion is deterred. Passion is sublime infinite creativity and must ultimately create what it will, how it will and with whom it will. Step aside and let her do its magic!
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Capricious Personality
As artists, we gloriously embrace each day with a renewed sense of vigor, vitality and creative ingenuity. We dance on the ceilings; jump through ocean size hoops of wildly inflamed doors. We grow sensually younger by the moment as we engage our deeply repressed talent in the course of the hour doing what we are so passionately driven to do. We shout with unending fervor in joy unsurpassed as we allow the sacred sublime sexual creative instinct move us into worlds of unimaginable “yet to be expressed” splendor. On the blank canvas does the abyss of our lives empty itself in a radical transformed spectrum.
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Soul Gold
What does it mean to be entitled? Entitled to what? By whom? Where? When? How?
We are entitled to a life of inexplicable unfolding mystery in the making. We are entitled to a mind capable of the most astounding feats. We are entitled to share who we are each moment authentically as we meet ourselves without reservation. We are entitled to the pain, loss, and disappointment associated in defeat and desperation. We are entitled to rise above the most devastating of circumstances. We are entitled to grow, evolve, expand above and beyond our wildest expectations. We are entitled to surprise ourselves by releasing fixed ideas we hold about ourselves and others. We are entitled to experience the gold found within our soul in constant unending illumination. We are entitled to create and share art! -
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Celestial Celebacy
The Ineffable Sacred Sexual Sublime Energy generates every action, thought, deed, motivation and response in human beings. We seek pleasure and we avoid pain in as much as we are capable. We are driven by unconscious desires that rule and dominate our every move. Yet, there are the sweetest of times (few in number and far between) when we are able to experience that inexpressible sensual untapped artistic force [which we have no control] stir us to unimaginable heights surpassing the most intimate of moments known. It is in those times alone, that we are reconciled with the ramified non-negotiable urge to devote all we have, are and ever will be to that which can not be expressed or even uttered in human words. During that inexpressible eternal moment, pain and pleasure are suspended forevermore!
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Warrant for Your Arrest
Whose tune are you dancing to? Who pulls your strings? Who are you interested in impressing? Who do you hold in high regard? How much of your life are you living from the blood pumping gut? Are you enthralled with overflowing inestimable passion that oozes out of your veins continuously without relent? Or are you merely going through the motions until that indescribable ‘something of some kind or someone from somewhere’ unexpectedly knocks you over with erotic spontaneity as you’ve never before experienced? guess what? The jig is up! Unless you are electrified with an overabundance of your own ineffable joy unspeakable and full of fire, you are an imprisoned mummy merely serving out your time on earth. It’s high time to relegate the bugle call. Get with the only satisfactory music program. YOURS!!!
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Jammed Doors
Are you mad at someone? Do you feel you have been given the short end of the stick? Are you still complaining about something that occurred days/months/years ago? Get over it! Or better yet, do as my grandmother used to say, “Scratch you mad add ass and get pleased.” You are wasting valuable precious vibrant sacred sexual artistic energy through displaced anger. No need to bellow; grab a paint brush and smear it yellow. Get moving again; it’s high time to ‘rock and roll’.
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Vein of Sorrow
We are privileged to walk upon the sacred earth. To disgrace her by neglect and abuse is more than a shame; it is a down right curse. She sustains us. We should, in exchange, honor her by, at least, acknowledging her in ways of silent prayers in reverent appreciation. Do not trash her, ever. She weeps in a vein of blood beneath our feet when we do.
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GrandmotherTime Inside Woman with Child
We carry within us the genealogy of our ancestors. We are not a single entity, alone. We carry an on-going legacy of countless generations. The fact that our intricately interwoven lineages, in essence, —bridges all mankind together— goes without saying. The respect for the sacred life processes imbues us with the artistic impetus we all possess. Bring forth in fullness the beloved child held within..
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The Sacred Sexual Artistic Womb
That which is the source of all erotic pleasure is also the concave of human despair. We bring forth sacred life and then, refuse to let go of our artistic creations. All creative endeavors are hallowed and bring forth with them the sovereign right to be free of our self-imposed condemnations, opinions, criticisms, and self-vested ideas of what ‘they should or should not be, do or have become.’ Release what you create in celebrated joy so that it may live uproariously!
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In The eye Of The Beholder
We Are Undeniably Walking/Talking Divine Sexual Beings! From the very first moment we opened our eyes into this dispensation of time, space and universe, we have had an indelible angle from which we operate. Our sensual vision was manufactured out of eons of previous undeniable colored heritage, culture, biological and environmental factors. The distorted force though which we navigate our life is determined by how much we are governed in, through, around, by and over these instincts. Learning to see without a predisposed slanted view enables ‘digestiblly free’ beauty to emerge!
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The Definitive Angle
The solicitous angle from which we operate in our lives determines the roads we choose when traveling. Some of us like challenges. Some of us don’t like to be bothered with too many details. Some of us like the hidden mystery involved in irresolute problems. Some of us like the emotional drama attached to believing we can move mountains. Some of us are clueless. No matter how we approach the various situations in our lives, we hardly ever deviate from the proposed angle which guides us.
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Blind Love Slaves
We have absolutely no control over who will be attracted to. Our innate sensual desires are delegated and determined by an infinite photon ionic honing mechanism, (a sacredly solicited sexual device) which scouts the universe for the most compatible partner, as a perfect companion to create somewhat of a nuclear bonding and fusion. Look at it like a chain on chain reaction to convert into other elements more than what we were before coming together. On Earth,(to get the ball rolling) it is referred to as physical attraction! In other words, ‘an electro-magnetic nitrogen infused vibrational match suited for reasons beyond our present human minds ability to comprehend. So it goes that with the limited definition of understanding we possess as mortals; some of the most fated unions are: from the outset, doomed; others are so hypnotically bound, it would be impossible to severe the tie. None of it makes any logical sense, unless of course, we were able to pull astronomical knowledge from our galactic ancestral heritage as a star. Yes, I said star! A crucial concept-in all human relationships-is like stars which change, slowly, over time. We, like them, are basically clouds of interstellar gas and dust, which for a while, shine by our own light, created through the initial nuclear fusion of hydrogen in the cores of the relationships; then, eventually we run out of fuel and die. And, so it goes as part of our chemical mass makes its way back to unfathomable interstellar space. We are simply Blind Love Slaves doing what we have to do to pass the grade.
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Hat of Imitation
Raw intent supersedes all. When the discovery of authenticity occurs, all else is subdued. Nothing is nothing. All is nothing.
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Reservations Please
We, as mortals, continuously make plans, set deadlines, arrange goals and establish boundaries. Yet, the whole time, something baffling and restrictively mysterious beholds us, has dominant control of the outcome of the events it is not interested in our plans, neither do our preferences make any difference, whatsoever. That which will be will be. We get with ‘it’; it does not get with us.















