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What We Hold
It all begins with an idea.
I start to reflect on all those things I have done, where I have been. What fun OI have lived and what I have been able to receive and achieve through time. Friends, lifestyle, living situations, items, objects, collections of inspirations. As I cloud my vision from the clouds above as I challenge my existence. I reflect back on my years where my phases through art and time have been established. What is free, loving and playing to me. Creation comes, creation evolves. Emotions come. Surfaced and expressed. Years later understood, reworked, and completed. My journal. My journy through time. My Journeys through earth. Art is my living journal. That changes and transforms through time. It is hard to put in in one place. to keep it. As I move through many different spaces. . My lifestyle. My home. My art is my creation. My college of messy emotions. Memories through time. Memories through time. I create to recreate to be happy. To put something down. To release. It is my sense of understanding through time that unravels throguh time. My journey is just beginning. It is just beginning.
Just like scrapbooks and memories. Sometimes we dont have the answers to things and we can’t rush. It unfolds through time beautifully. Which creates frustration and confusion in the process of all of it. Wanting answers and not living with the void of it. A blank canvas. Trial and error. trial and error. Siting, waiting patience in the presence. Reflecting back in the process. what has tormented us,left us in the same rut, seems to follow.
When we release. When we let go. Then we can look back, reflect and put all the memories together like a slideshow. Art is only defined by the narrative. It is only the story that shows through time. And my story unravels throguh the narrative.
Sunset. White Sands, NM. Photograph. 2018.
My Life Entwined
It all begins with an idea.
Layers unfold from it. Memories. Moments. Pieces. Time unravels. I unfold my beginnings. My shortcoming. MY dedications. My strengths. My fallings. My lifetime unfolds with them memories. Pieces and placements in the time of existence that hold value and pertain to the nonexistence. What is true, worthy. I have fought for my own for long times of emotional turmoil. Lengths of time unfinished. What are themse moment. these emotional memories we hold. This escape from our current existan ce. How can we place weight on the past and who we are to become. If we only look at our past, we limit what we can become. Limiting existince in time. Time is an illusion of it’s own . I will not wait for this limiting exitance to entwine. I will not wait for it’s existence.
Starships. Spaceships. Humanships.
It all begins with an idea.
Oh, does the love of humanity make a difference. We are such vibrant being. Creature of light. Wishes that stare between us and lift our light. Memorized by darkness. Open to heart. Mentally capable and stable for love. We are such little pieces of light. Stars. Fragments of planets. Turned and over turned again and again.