Monday, December 13, 2010

• being all that she can be

Art has a way of talking to me way past it's original creationary moment ... my art tends to create itself before it reveals itself back to the my Self ....

... as she enters curiously into being all that she can be hesitation causes her to pause ... if just for a momentarily held breath ...

parts reveal themselves united , flowing in and out in harmonious waves

separating joyously only to glide back into the whole beingness of the self experienced throughout is projected emotion

am I all that I can be ? Or is I hoping to experience ? Is hoping possible for the which finds itself suspended without time to anchor to ?

... and so she stands yet again, knee-deep in her knowing, puddled by the perceived weight that lightness offers so unconditionally ...

How about you ? When does your art reveal it's language to you ?