Transformation I live in a pretty prison, in our earthly existence, we take so seriously, so meaningfully, so righteously. But in reality this body, this life is but a prison confining us to merciless doing, suffering, rejoicing and meaningless acts of boredom, killings and daily survival acts in an attempt to prettify the whole thing, find so-called happiness and consume as much as we can of everything before we find our end. To add to the intrigue we have sleep, perchance a dream, a mysterious encounter with our own shallow existence of our mind. Then we discover God, a benevolent, sometimes frightening father that dispenses favour on some and pain on others. Maybe a mother would be better? No difference really. It is time to face facts, this pretty veneer called life is easily ripped apart when the prison walls start to narrow and tear, when there is no escape in view, no vacation from the fire eating up every shred of your hopes and dreams, and you can no longer ignore that all is illusion and you have to make the leap into the unknowable void, emptiness and scary jaws of what hopefully is bliss. When we break through the cocoon of the caterpillar, gain wings and fly!
My motivation in life and art is to communicate the message that it is important to live close to nature, to allow energies of nature and emotions to flow through your bodies, to create transformation. Art originally was created with this in mind when cavemen painted a bison on the rocks. It was to bring food to the people. The ultimate goal of shamanic work is to help the individual, society, nature and the spirit realm to come back into a state of balance and increased wholeness. That is also my aim, in both what I paint and blog and write about. Artists need to be shaman's in today's society, they don't need the label only the creative process.
Listen to the hummingbird Whose wings you cannot see Listen to the hummingbird Don’t listen to me Listen to the butterfly Whose days but number three Listen to the butterfly Don’t listen to me Listen to the mind of God Which doesn’t need to be Listen to the mind of God Don’t listen to me
When I Close MY Eyes
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A nude butterfly symbolizes, change, transformation and freedom of being.