Art-As-Therapy Experience

We are all doing our time on earth! There are some of us who literally remain behind invisible bars all of the days of our lives. Then, there are those who are figuratively placed in confining jail cells, yet are more free than we. Why should this be the case? It shouldn’t. But, as long as we have a ‘lust of result’ we will remain locked up forever in the cell of expectation and outer validation. Freedom is NOT something imposed on us from the outside but experienced deep within the boundaries of our own creative minds. When not tied to outer circumstances and in need of the praise from others, we are truly liberated and content. That can be our terminal predicament of joy unspeakable of full of glory!

At times, the mind will contradict itself with all sorts of logical reasons. The surge of passion fights vehemently to dissuade but is senselessly confronted on all sides by an incessant display of overwhelming ‘lines of reasonableness’. In defense of its carefully held position, the mind will interject ‘because’ at every turn with a new vengeance of convincing allied moralistic infiltrated thought. Be that as it may, as an artist, one must cast off the ‘babbling drones’ of righteous practicality for unearthed divine sublime erotic splendor.

We do not know a thing about exchanging the personal for the impersonal. We yearn for the drama attached to being either exalted or ignored. Makes no difference which experience; both provide the ego with a wallop of dismantled fuel in order to feel so unique. We believe the world revolves around our needs, desires, and interests. We need to know we’re acknowledged, appreciated, valued and made to feel special. In other words, we feel entitled. Get over it! Whoever told you, you were special, lied. Truth is: we’re all doing time in space-spiraling round this thing called life-as clueless, curious, eager souls. We want to learn more, experience freely, understand better, embrace completely and accept unconditionally. It takes a lot of living to appreciate that reality.

Life’s possibilities are staggering. We are continuously confronted with incomparable choices which by one bat of an eye lash, the course appears to change. However nothing ever changes except the seasons. “People don’t change; seasons do.” If we would but stop momentarily to reflect on the indisputable fact that the water is always returning to the source, we would surely recognize our exalted potential in motion. Divine impregnation of creative ideas steadily flow without interruption. Be still and receive them…

Worry is such wasted time-consuming mental activity. No matter what our personal conception of god may be, there is NO place where that ineffable wonder working energy is not present. {even in the troubled times} All things are strewn together to form a marvelous work of unimaginable perfection! But, to linger in the past, or to project one’s mental effort, filled with thoughts of regret, guilt, remorse, anxiety, trepidation, grief, vexation, concern, and sorrow robs the hour of any productive meaningful presence. We need not look to yesterday with a mind absorbed in pointless debate and defense or to tomorrow with unyielded expectation. We are here, now! What has occurred was necessary and what will occur is nothing but pleasurable food for the divine palate, in the hidden journey’s menu-of our personal material existence-manifesting perfectly without a hitch.

We are always the host of our own show. No one exceeds, diminishes or deflates us. Never can our lives be interferrred with by unregulated outside influences. We bloom for a season with full sublime fervor and then we are gone.

Trees define us! They speak, laugh, dance, love, whisper, keep secrets, shelter, and blur our vision when needed. If we are still enough, patient enough, kind enough and gentle enough with them, they will ‘give up’ some of their over abundant joy in order to ease our pain, renew our spirit and encourage (define) our purpose to live

Man is multi-layered and multi-faceted. Layered with complex biological systems, intricately fashioned nervous mechanisms; encompassing an unbelievable breathing apparatus set-up, brain network of billions of firing neurons encased in a highly stylized bone structure. Entangled and dependent lies the heart, kidneys,liver and other major life-sustaining organs. A regenerative sacred sexual artistic force stirs within all to create from this sacredly combined mixture of sublime elements. We are interested in that which drives us! “Lay us bare so that we may see what propels us to do what we do, say what we say and feel what we feel.”