What We Hold

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.