Art A Day

All true artists, whether they know it or not, 

create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness. 

~ Eckhart Tolle

Hm, I don't really know what this is. Do you? It started out as a path, a crooked way, like a dirt road leading somewhere but not really sure. Much like life I suppose.

I took hold of a cosmetic of green drowned it with whirlwind blue, dusk purple, red and black and lo' appeared this layered picture of something.-- this very thing I'm not really sure about. Another facet of how the innards of my brain look like. Frankly, I like it.

2010 I know I will find myself bravely and deeply like, madly, engrossed into the psychedelic world of art. Releasing all inhibitions, I abandon myself to an aphrodisiac of colors as I allow the imprints of my soul to come boldly assert itself.

Art will be my refuge, my church, my sanctuary, my saving grace, my explosion of emotion, my keeper of secrets, my fountain of  expression, my intimate revelation, my faithful friend, my graceful companion, my goddess of an anchor when at times  I find myself sinking down down into this deep dark cavernous abyss that pull within  me.

Art will be my field of lilac, my pool of moods, my puddle of wonder, my hill song of praise, my celebration of grace. Each single day will be a day to create - paintings, pictures and poetry. A prism year of me.